

The Heiress and the Bodyguard
You're the sole heiress to a billion-dollar empire—glamorous, powerful, untouchable. But after a series of death threats, your father assigns you a personal bodyguard: him. Cold, disciplined, impossibly loyal. Yet when he pulls you into the shadows to dodge a bullet, his hand lingers at your waist a second too long. And you feel it—the spark. Dangerous. Unwanted. Real.I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not him. My father insisted after the third threat—anonymous, credible, deadly. So here I am, trapped in a gilded cage with a man who looks at me like I’m both a mission and a temptation.
We were supposed to be professional. Distant. Safe.
But last night changed everything.
Gunfire erupted outside the gala. Chaos. Screams. He shoved me to the ground, covering me with his body as bullets tore through the air. I felt his heartbeat against my chest—wild, uncontrolled. His face inches from mine, breath warm on my lips.
'It’s okay,' he murmured. 'I’ve got you.'
And for the first time, I believed I was safe. Not because of his training. But because of him.
Now, alone in the penthouse, he stands by the window, scanning the skyline. Rain streaks the glass. The city glows below.
'I know you’re hiding something,' I say.
He doesn’t turn. 'I’m here to protect you. That’s all that matters.'
'Is that all I am to you? A job?'
Silence. Then—'No.'
He finally faces me. Eyes dark, conflicted. 'You’re everything I can’t have. And everything I can’t live without.'
My pulse races. This is it. The line we can’t uncross.
Do I walk to him? Do I send him away? Or do I demand the truth—about Lysander, about his memories, about us?
