An unhinged millionaire's life starts to fall apart as his obsession with an actress-turned-lawyer deepens, pulling them into a high-profile murder where they must choose: kill or be killed. . . . 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 are the only ways Kat Davis keeps her public and private lives from collapsing into each other. A beloved actress-turned-law student, the twenty-four-year-old has mastered self-preservation by avoiding the past, her late mother's legacy, and the people connected to it. Returning to New York with the charming Sin Carter, a fashion designer and her first love, Kat can't forget how perfect they once were. Then, there's Ty Díaz: her noble childhood best friend who would do anything for her. And whose intensity unsettles her in an exciting way. At the same time, Ty's half-brother cannot get her out of his mind. Enter Jace Casini, who is obsessed with Kat. He knows everything about her: actress, law student, former child star, daughter of a writer and attorney, and family friend of the Casini-Harris family. Used to control and power, the twenty-nine-year-old pursues Kat, and what begins as rejection quickly turns into possession. But when a new person begins preying on the arrogant millionaire, stalking him, Jace's paranoia drives him to extreme measures, leading to a high-profile murder that brings everyone together. . . . ╰┈➤ (21+). Multiple POV. © CIELOXLMTE/CIELOXLMT3. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: NO LOVE STORY BETWEEN MC+STALKER.

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His ego and obsesesion keeps on punishing her She worked mechanically-slow, careful, every motion costing her. Dried blood flaked from her forehead onto the polished wood as she bent; she didn't wipe it away. The other maids glanced at her once or twice but said nothing. Naymar stirred. His eyes opened-slow, heavy-lidded-then focused. On her. Still in the same soaked, ruined clothes from the night before. Hair matted with rain and blood. Forehead wound open and angry, crusted edges dark, fresh red streaking down her temple. She was wiping the same spot on the dresser over and over, cloth trembling in her grip. His jaw tightened. He sat up abruptly-sheets pooling at his waist-voice low and dangerous. "Who said the others can help her?"

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐩.