Maya is barely keeping her life together when billionaire Damien Blackwood crashes into it. Cold, powerful, and used to getting everything he wants, Damien should be the last man she trusts. Yet the more he tries to stay away, the more obsessed he becomes. What starts as irresistible attraction soon turns into something far more dangerous—because Damien doesn’t just want Maya’s love. He wants all of her.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Maya. He caught the change in her-the way her lashes dipped, the subtle curve tugging at the corner of her lips. A fleeting smile, quiet and unguarded, as if she forgot-just for a second-that he was there. She tried to hide it, but it was too late.…
The car fell silent again – but it wasn’t heavy. It was thoughtful. Shifted. Jamie looked like he’d just been handed a map to another future. And Maya? She was staring straight ahead, stunned. Hands clenched tightly in her lap, eyes glistening – caught between gratitude and disbelief. Damien didn’t speak. He didn’t trust himself…
She tucked her hands between her knees, willing herself to stay calm. “Can we just go now?” she asked softly. James looked at Damien through the mirror, waiting for a signal. He got it with the subtlest nod. The door locks clicked. James stepped out first and opened the door for them. Jamie, clearly unhappy,…
And for the first time in a long time… He didn’t want to delete them. Maya POV The silence inside the car had been louder than any noise. It clung to her skin long after they were dropped off at the hospital – the scent of expensive leather, the low hum of the engine, and…
“Jamie-” she hissed, but it was too late. Because Damien spoke. “What’s his name?” Not who is he. Not what’s going on. Just – his name. Low. Dangerous. Final. “Dr. Beckett,” Jamie answered. And she swore the temperature in the car dropped. He didn’t say anything else. But he didn’t need to. When they finally…
She nodded. “Then let’s go home.” Maya blinked. “You sure? We can go somewhere. Do anything you want, today’s for you.” He smiled softly, that older-than-his-years kind of smile. “How about we grab ice cream at that place I like… then head home?” “Home?” she repeated, surprised. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “It’s hot out. And I…
But then… His thoughts snapped to her. Maya. He clenched his jaw, a bitter taste rising in his throat. She was different. Not because she was special – but because she acted like she was. Like she was too good for his attention. Too clean. Too polite. She’d been brushing him off for nearly a…
Beckett’s hands clenched as he turned the corner, breath shallow. Now he was being transferred? Exiled? Because of her? No. That couldn’t be it. They were nobodies. Just a broke girl with too much pride and a half-dead kid for a brother. No influence. No power. Unless… Unless someone else was watching. Someone who moved…
Waiting. Plotting. And this time, no one would see him coming. He hadn’t slept all night. It gnawed at him – still did. Who could it be? Maya. It had to be her. She was the only thing different. The only one who refused him. Repeatedly. He licked his lips, heart pounding with rage- and…
“Dr. Beckett?” Her body tensed. “What are you doing here?” He smiled-wide, warm, practiced. “I hope I didn’t scare you,” he said quickly, hands raised in a calming gesture. “I just… wanted to see you before I go.” “Go?” she echoed. “I’m leaving tonight,” he said, voice low and slightly breathless, like this conversation mattered…