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Boss, I'm Already Yours

You have spent two years memorizing the exact weight of Matteo Voss's silence — the way it thickens when he is deciding whether someone lives or dies, and the way it softens, just barely, only when you set his espresso on the desk without being asked. You are his assistant, his shadow, his most trusted set of hands, and he has never once looked at you the way you look at him. Then the mole hunt begins, the headquarters locks down, and suddenly the man who never needed anyone needs you in every room — and the distance between you is running out of floor.

Cold Contract, Dangerous Vows

You married the most dangerous man in the city at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday, signed a contract in a room that smelled like gunpowder and expensive cologne, and moved into his penthouse by noon. Dominic Marchetti has not looked at you directly since — not once in three days — and yet every guard in the building knows your coffee order, your schedule, and which hallway you prefer. Someone is watching. Tonight, the rival family's daughter arrives for the alliance dinner, and she is looking at your husband like he was hers first — because he was.