Jonathan King was the founder and sole owner of King Enterprises. Both rivals and allies feared him—his god-like presence compelling people to bend to his will. With dark hair and piercing gray eyes, he dismantled his victims with a single gaze, unraveling them until they crumbled before him.

The Devil in Disguise.

He was untouchable. His family wielded more influence than the Queen of England. He commanded respect and unwavering loyalty without lifting a finger.

Until one day, he met a socialite at a charity gala. A girl. She was much younger—young enough to spark scandal—but he paid no mind. From the moment they spoke, her sharp wit and biting tongue struck him. He didn’t realize it at the time, but the moment she walked away, she took a piece of his heart with her—a heart he hadn’t known he possessed.

Her carefree words played like symphonies in his mind, echoing in his ears. Countless meaningless nights with others faded into insignificance; somehow, her touch had left a mark on his heart.

“Dance with me,” he said—not as a request, but a command. A direct order for her to take his hand.

He would have her heart—whether she gave it freely, or he had to burn the world to claim it.