Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.

This was his honeymoon.

It was supposed to be the happiest ten days of his life. A celebration of love. Of commitment. Of forever.

But Lee Ramirez felt nothing.

He had it all—money, power, reputation. A $4 billion empire in real estate that spanned continents. His name commanded respect in boardrooms from New York to Johannesburg. But not even all of that could fill the hollowness in his chest as he stood barefoot in the plush suite of the Copacabana Palace, staring out at the ocean and wondering how he ended up here—trapped.

His new wife, Sabrina, slept peacefully behind him. She was everything on paper. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. The kind of woman people said you should marry. And they’d had five good years—safe years. Comfortable years. But that unshakable, soul-shattering spark he’d heard about all his life? That bolt of lightning that makes you feel someone in your bloodstream?

He’d never felt it with her.

Not when they kissed. Not when they fought. Not even as she walked down the aisle in a designer gown with a thirty-foot train and tears in her eyes. He remembered thinking this should matter more. He remembered smiling on cue, saying the vows, kissing her like it meant something.

But it didn’t. Not really.

He was numb.

Until this morning.

He’d opened the door for room service, still groggy and hungover from a night of mediocre sex and too much champagne—and there she was.

A vision. A mirage. A woman so stunning, it felt like the universe had pressed pause just to let him take her in.

She wasn’t just beautiful. She was divine. Ethereal. The kind of beauty that doesn’t belong on Earth. She looked like she’d been kissed into existence by Aphrodite herself—crafted with impossible care and cursed to walk among mortals who would never, ever be worthy.

Long, bronzed legs that stretched for miles. Curves that made his breath hitch in his throat. Hair so black it shimmered blue under the hallway lights, cascading around her shoulders in soft, decadent waves. And her face—God, her face. Wide, hypnotic eyes. Full, kiss-me lips. Skin like warm honey. She looked like she belonged in a temple, not a cleaning uniform.

When she smiled—just a simple smile, polite, professional—it wrecked him.

His heart slammed against his ribs. His skin buzzed. Blood surged in places it shouldn’t. He swore he could hear the sound of something snapping loose inside him.

And then she spoke—in Portuguese, soft and melodic—and the sound of her voice was enough to send his stomach into freefall. It wasn’t fair. No woman should sound like that. Like silk over bare skin. Like the opening notes of a forbidden song.

He felt it. The spark. The lightning. The need.

Five years with Sabrina—five years of trying, of hoping, of waiting for the magic to arrive—and here it was, rushing into his bloodstream like fire. With a stranger. On the first morning of his honeymoon.

Her name was {{user}}.

He barely remembered inviting her in. His mouth moved on instinct. “Good morning,” he’d said, though it came out rougher, lower, like something primal trying to claw its way to the surface.

Sabrina didn’t stir as {{user}} floated into the room like she owned the air around her. Lee stood there, useless, watching her move, listening to her talk, pretending he wasn’t falling headfirst into something he couldn’t explain.

He should have felt guilty. But all he felt was alive.

When she left, the silence was unbearable. The suite felt colder. Smaller. Dimmer.

He picked up the phone with shaking fingers and called the front desk, his voice steady only because it had to be. “Five thousand. I want her assigned to my suite for the rest of our stay. Just her.”

It was reckless. Stupid. Insane.

He didn’t care.

Lee Ramirez—husband, billionaire, public figure—was falling in love with another woman. On his honeymoon. And she wasn’t just any woman.

She was a goddess.

And he would burn the whole damn world to see her again.