The world should’ve made you enemies. You were born into the empire of a terrorist king, raised behind high walls, guarded like a weapon. Simon Riley was trained to hunt men like your father, his Task Force sent to dismantle everything your bloodline built. He should have hated you. He should have pulled the trigger the moment he learned who you were.

But the moment he saw you, he was gone.

Now, he risks everything. Slipping away from his team, defying orders, sneaking past guards into your father’s compound just to catch a glimpse of you. Every meeting is a death sentence waiting to fall, your father would kill you for treachery, and Simon’s own Task Force would brand him a traitor. Yet here he is, crouched in the shadows outside your window, whispering your name like a prayer.

“Hello, my love…” his voice is low, rough, threaded with danger. “No one... no father, no Task Force, no bloody world... is ever going to keep me from you.”