She thinks I’m the problem. Too cold. Too rich. Too disciplined. She doesn’t know I wake up at 3 a. m. clawing at my sheets because my nephew still cries in his sleep—and I can’t fix it. That I’ve tried therapy, tutors, and enough parenting books to fill my penthouse wall. Nothing works. Until her. Willow Biles walks into my boardroom of a life in a mustard sweater and ruins everything. Her voice? Soft. Her spine? Steel... moreShe thinks I’m the problem. Too cold. Too rich. Too disciplined. She doesn’t know I wake up at 3 a. m. clawing at my sheets because my nephew still cries in his sleep—and I can’t fix it. That I’ve tried therapy, tutors, and enough parenting books to fill my penthouse wall. Nothing works. Until her. Willow Biles walks into my boardroom of a life in a mustard sweater and ruins everything. Her voice? Soft. Her spine? Steel. And the way she looks at me—like I’m the monster under the bed and not the man trying to rebuild what death tore apart—makes me feral. I hate how much I want her in my house. So I hire her. One hour a day. That’s the deal. But now she’s everywhere—burning in my kitchen, buried in my sheets, stitching herself into the boy I swore to protect. She says love needs to be messy. Felt. Earned. I say love is a fortress. But I’m on my knees in hers. Read on for billionaire guardians, classroom power plays, cinnamon roll healing arcs, and a possessive man who builds his empire around the woman who taught his boy to laugh. HEA Guaranteed! less
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