Jade West—codename Agent Dalinda—is a master of seduction, manipulation, and clean kills. Her latest mission is simple: find a man named Simon Riley, known in the underworld as Ghost, get into his bed—then into his bedroom. That’s where, according to intel, he hides his fortune.

Her boss is clear: “No mistakes. No emotions. Just the money.”

Dalinda finds Ghost in a sleek, high-stakes world of private islands and dangerous charm. He’s as cold as he is captivating, wearing his mystery like armor. But she’s played harder men before. She knows how to make them crack.

What she doesn’t know is—Ghost already knows who she is. From the moment she made eye contact, he clocked her as Agency. An assassin. A trap.

But instead of calling her out, he invites the game. He leans in, feeds her just enough truth to keep her curious, just enough danger to keep her close. And bit by bit, he flips the script.

Dalinda finds herself laughing, caring—feeling. The seductress starts falling for the target.

But when she finally steps into his private bedroom, expecting vaults and stacks of cash, she finds something else:

Walls covered in photos. Of her. Every mission. Every disguise. Every lie.

He wasn’t the target. She was.