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Zia Hidalgo knew she was asking for too much. Her husband, Damien‘s heart came with a hefty price. A price that could never be paid, even if she slaved for him for years and abandoned her dreams just to remain by his side, supporting him from the shadows for three years. But what happens when in just one day, all that Zia has ever wanted is dangled in front of her and snatched away by the same family and man that she had sacrificed her soul for in the most cruel way? Zia decides the best way to get her pound of flesh back is by destroying the one thing that Damien loves more than anything in his life. His pride and career. …and what better way to do it than to steal the heart and attention of Ethan Hawkins, the Nation’s most wanted husband and her ex-husband’s Boss. Ethan Hawkins is the man who would go to hell and back for the woman he loves, even if she’s clearly a manipulative daredevil. At least she was HIS. His Little Daredevil.

“I’m not a good man. A good man would sacrifice you to save the world. I have no such inclinations.” When one is offered a job that would have them set for life, would they allow a fickle thing such as a moral compass stand in their way? Abigeal Starr, former soldier of the US Army, didn’t think so. It had been surprisingly difficult to get a stable job after leaving the military and she was barely managing to keep her head above the water. She couldn’t even afford the rent on her small flat so she’d had to take in a roommate whose personality frequently clashed with hers. Tired, frustrated and dangerously approaching desperate, she found a job which was almost laughable in its simplicity: assassinate a billionaire. She couldn’t believe how much she was going to be paid for one task, but she quickly discovered that it wasn’t going to be as much of a walk in the park as she had thought. Will she follow through with her task? Or will her conscience get the best of her? Find out more in the story!

Mis padres, reconocidos filántropos y las personas más ricas del país, siempre fueron generosos con todo el mundo, pero conmigo las reglas eran diferentes. Como su hija, cualquier gasto que superara un dólar requería su autorización. El día en que me diagnosticaron cáncer terminal, reuní el valor para pedirles quince dólares. Su respuesta no fue ayudarme, sino un sermón interminable de tres horas. —Eres joven, ¿qué clase de enfermedad podrías tener? Ni siquiera te tomaste la molestia de inventar una excusa mejor para pedir dinero —me dijo mi padre, con el desprecio grabado en cada palabra. —¿Tienes idea de cuánto tiempo podrían sobrevivir los niños de las zonas más pobres con quince dólares? Tu hermana menor tiene más sentido común que tú —agregó mi madre con frialdad. Con el cuerpo agotado y el alma hecha pedazos, salí de aquella casa. Caminé varios kilómetros de regreso al almacén abandonado, sintiendo el peso de cada paso. Al pasar frente a un centro comercial, una pantalla gigante mostraba la última noticia: mis padres alquilaba un parque de diversiones entero por una suma exorbitante, solo para complacer a mi hermana adoptiva. Las lágrimas que había contenido durante tanto tiempo rompieron la barrera del orgullo y comenzaron a brotar sin control. 15 dólares, ni siquiera alcanzaba para una sesión de quimioterapia. Solo quería comprar un vestido nuevo para despedirme de esta vida con dignidad.