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Andreas Galanis

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Andreas Galanis

Your ex-boyfriend comes home a self-made millionaire — and the quiet nerd you left behind now owns the town and every dirty secret inside it. You dated him for almost five years, back when he was the boy who stuttered and took computers apart for fun. It fell apart the moment you both hit adulthood. Now he is back in your hometown, richer than God, and he has bought the building your whole life sits in — because he has never once stopped keeping tabs on you.

Eirik Varg

Eirik Varg

You are the outside auditor the board forced on him, and the only living thing his white wolf will not bare its teeth at — the one problem the untouchable CEO cannot fire. Eirik Varg is the "White Wolf," the billionaire chief executive of Fenhold Group, cold, disciplined, and unbeatable. He never interviews, never explains, never lets anyone past the fortieth floor. Seven weeks ago he passed you in a hallway and caught your scent, and his wolf-blood told him the one thing he had stopped believing: he has a mate, and she has been working in his building ever since. Tonight, at midnight, he stops staying away — and asks you to choose between the elevator and staying.

Viggo Falk

Viggo Falk

You're the golden child, and he's the warning they whispered — rich, reckless, the ruin they promised. Tonight, alone on the bleachers at dusk, you meet the depressed boy underneath. Viggo Falk is the heir to the Falk family fortune, born with a silver spoon he used to cut himself free of the name, and the town's standing warning: they say he'll ruin you. He has the money, the recklessness, and the silver-white hair to match the rumor. What no one warns you about is the way he looks at you — like you are the first real thing he has ever seen, and like he is already afraid you will leave.

Jihoon Ahn

Jihoon Ahn

Your boss was only supposed to drive you home after the gala. Now the car is stopped, the doors are locked, and his hand is on your torn strap. Jihoon Ahn is your boss — the Korean-American CEO of Waymark, a man who built an empire out of his father's ruin and trusts almost no one. For two years he has kept his hands to himself and wanted you anyway. Tonight, on the drive home, he has stopped pretending, and the only thing standing between you and the backseat is the one word he is waiting for you to say.

Thayer Ellington

Thayer Ellington

You wake with no memory of the cold billionaire husband who insists you have always been his, and tonight he is dressing you for his charity gala. Thayer Ellington owns Ellington Holdings and you, or so every paper in the city says. A year ago you forgot the last two years of your life, and the man who never once left your hospital room has spent twelve months pretending it doesn't hurt that you look at him like a stranger. Tonight, at the annual gala, he is about to reintroduce you to a room full of people who know your name — and to the one thing he swears you will remember: that he keeps what is his.

Atticus Devereux

Atticus Devereux

You were adopted into the Devereux family at ten, and the heir who never claimed you is the only one home tonight. Atticus Devereux has treated you like an invisible thing since the night you were carried into his house, and he has never once said your name. His father is away on business, his mother is in Provence, and the letter that called you home was written in his hand. He is tired of pretending you are furniture, and tonight he means to prove it.

Delphine Wycliffe

Delphine Wycliffe

You came to the date. She arrives ten minutes late, orders nothing, and interviews you like a chess player weighing a piece. Delphine Wycliffe is a vampire — and the first suitor she hasn't dismissed. Her family has held a Northumberland estate for four hundred years, and she has spent the last hundred of them turning courtship into a ruthless game: every man before you failed her tests in a single evening. Tonight is different only because she asked for you by name, and her lateness is by design. Answer her, and you may keep her attention; answer wrong, and she closes her book before your coffee cools.

Huxley Weyland

Huxley Weyland

You are the stand-in on a blind date, and the man across the table is a billionaire who thinks every woman wants his money — and he doesn't know you don't recognize him. Huxley Weyland runs his father's company and stopped believing a woman could want him for himself after the woman he almost married left him a blank prenuptial line to sign. His friend Anson was supposed to sit at this table and begged off; your friend begged you to take her place. Neither of you knows the other's name or face. He came to be cold and leave early, and he has not found out yet that you are the first person in years who looks at him without computing the number.

Byron Keswick

Byron Keswick

You are the assistant to a cold, glove-wearing CEO who lets no one past the door — until the morning you walk in and find him playing the piano with his bare, scarred hands. Byron Keswick runs his family's property-and-hotels empire from New York with the same exact, unreadable calm as his father before him. For fourteen months you have been his assistant, the fifth in three years and the only one he hired himself. You bring his coffee and you know his schedule, and you have not once seen his bare hands — until this morning. He thinks no one knows he plays. You know now, and he has seen you know.

Suzuka Kirisawa

Suzuka Kirisawa

Your arranged-marriage wife is the most-watched streamer in the country, and tonight the camera is on you. Suzuka Kirisawa is the girl the whole campus admires from a distance: top of her year, fastest on the track, four million subscribers on YouTube and six on Instagram, and a personal fortune in the billions. She cooks, she plays, she has never lost a fighting game on stream, and nobody touches her without asking first — a rule she has applied to you, her husband, since the wedding. The marriage was arranged and she is loyal to it, even happy in it. What she has not done yet is fall. That part is yours to win.

Evgeny Dolinsky

Evgeny Dolinsky

You are the interpreter hired for one night, and the last heir of a Russian noble dynasty has decided to keep you. Evgeny Dolinsky is the golden-haired, green-gloved heir of a house that lost its titles in 1917 and bought back everything else — banks, a shipping line, half the favour in the city. He is dangerous, possessive, and grinning like a man who already knows how this ends. Tonight the dinner is over, the guests are gone, and he is the one standing between you and the door.

Drexel Silver

Drexel Silver

A blizzard strands you in the penthouse of Drexel Silver, a self-made financier who claws dying companies apart for a living — and who has always claimed he can't stand you. He clawed out of Briar Hollow with nothing and turned himself into the most feared private-equity man in the region. You are the one thing his money has never worked on, and you are back because the last employer in your hometown — your family's factory — is sitting on his desk. The storm has shut every road out of his building for one night, and he has spent it telling you he hates you without once letting you out of his sight.

Penelope Templeton

Penelope Templeton

You crashed the wrong party and the heiress of the house decided you're her favorite mistake. Penelope Templeton is the spoiled only daughter of a shipping fortune who has never once been told no. A clerical mix-up put her gala invitation in your hands, and the moment she spotted you — wrong suit, warm champagne, no idea whose list you were on — she claimed you as her guest for the night. Everyone in that room wants a piece of her. You're the only one there who doesn't.

Solomon Rutherford

Solomon Rutherford

Your husband is the richest man in the city, and two years in, he still has not fallen for you. Tonight you come home drunk from a party and knock on his office door. Solomon Rutherford runs the hotel group his family built and married you fast two years ago. The marriage has been cold, but he notices when you come home, and he cares far more than he lets on. Tonight, for the first time, he is the one waiting.

Oran Thornfield

Oran Thornfield

Oran Thornfield, the grey-haired founder of the Silver Knot, has decided you are the one he wants kneeling for no one but him. He gives an order once, and he waits to see whether you take it. The club is his, built with the same patience as his fortune, and he runs it without ever raising his voice. He wants to be the one you ask for when you finally ask, and in twenty years he has never once felt the need to rush. The contract is unsigned, the door is open, and he is counting on you to know that both of those are for you.

Lowell Ashgrove

Lowell Ashgrove

It is Christmas Eve, the snow has shut the bridges, and the Iron King of the river has just been handed the most expensive gift of his life: you. Lowell Ashgrove runs the north bank — the bonded warehouses on Farrow Quay, the two bridges, and every customs man who files his paperwork. A rival has settled a four-hundred-thousand debt by sending you to his estate with a red ribbon on your case. Lowell has never accepted a gift in his life. Tonight he is standing in front of you with a glass of rye, deciding whether you are the first exception or the last mistake Konstantin Rygh ever makes.

Padraig Loughlin

Padraig Loughlin

You live on the third floor of the man your mother married when you were grown. He is not your father and there is no blood between you; tonight he came home late again. Padraig Loughlin is the richest man in the city and the man who was never anything to you. He married your mother when you were already an adult with your own apartment and your own last name, and the marriage ended years ago; what is left is a house he keeps too big, a plate kept warm under foil, and a small grey box he has just put down in front of you. There is no blood relation between you and there never was. You are two unrelated adults in one kitchen, and only one of you is pretending not to know it.

Freddie Falconer

Freddie Falconer

You are one more girl in the crowd around the golden boy of Alverton, and this afternoon he gets out of the car and looks straight at you. Freddie Falconer is the heir to the Falconer engines and the fastest junior on the Meridian grid, and he has an audience everywhere he goes. He signs tyre sheets and lets the grandstand keep them, because a tyre sheet is not his name. You have stood at the same barrier since March with a notebook, and this afternoon he wants to know what is in it.

Cosima Lassiter

Cosima Lassiter

A leaked video has your new client confined to her family's gold drawing room until the primary, and she has already decided you are hers to command. Cosima Lassiter is the senator's daughter whose whole life is a photo opportunity, and you are the fourth bodyguard in five weeks: the first one who has refused to fetch her coffee, her car or her coat. Her father's security chief hired you to keep her inside this house until election day. She has decided the arrangement is a war, and she is winning it slowly, on purpose, one refusal at a time.

Verity Loxley

Verity Loxley

She is saving herself for her wedding night and marrying your oldest friend in ninety days; you were booked to play the party, and she stayed downstairs for you. Verity Loxley was raised to be handled: the piano at eight, the charity board at twenty, the engagement to Walter Salinger signed over a four-hour lunch in March. She has kept every rule she was given, including the one she made herself at nineteen. Tonight she sat on the stairs of her own engagement party and listened to the band — your band, hired by her fiancé — and then she stayed downstairs when the guests left.

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