I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team.
I’d rather work for Satan on designing hell than work for billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight. The arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board.
Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat.
House-sitting a mansion for the summer sounds easy, right? Until my rich, single dad neighbor catches me in a compromising position. I’d just taken off my bikini top. He’s billionaire Ethan Carter, a…
