Traded
I caught my fiancé in bed with my best friend.
So I seduced his father.
Robert Harrington. CEO. Fifty-three. Silver-haired and cold-eyed and so obscenely powerful that grown men stutter when he walks into a room.
He has been watching me for six months.
I have been watching him longer.
This was supposed to be revenge. Get close. Make him obsessed. Destroy everything Victor loves from the inside out. Simple. Clean. Delicious.
What nobody tells you about men like Robert Harrington is that they do not fall.
They acquire.
And he has decided to acquire me.
Now I am sleeping in his bed, wearing his marks, answering to a name he says like a threat. The revenge plot is in ruins. The plan is in ruins. I am in ruins.
And the worst part?
There is a journalist. A board vote. A son who knows something is wrong and a secret that would burn this entire empire to ash.
Robert thinks he is the predator in this story.
He has not read the ending.
Neither have I.
The Harrington Game. Book One.
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