Married to the Ruthless CEO

The steel and glass towers of Manhattan scraped the November sky as Damian Kingsley stood in his office, looking down at the city he'd conquered piece by piece. At thirty-six, he'd built an empire that rivaled the oldest fortunes in New York. He'd done it through ruthlessness, strategic brilliance, and an iron will that wouldn't bend.

He'd also done it alone.

His phone buzzed with a message from his grandfather's office. Richard Kingsley, at eighty-four, had decided that his heir's lack of a personal life was a liability. Not just for Damian's happiness—Richard had stopped believing Damian was capable of that years ago—but for the company's reputation and the merger that would solidify Kingsley Enterprises as the undisputed leader in telecommunications.

The Ashford deal required a man who appeared settled. A man with roots. A man who wasn't the cold, calculating machine that whispers and rumors suggested Damian Kingsley to be.

It required a wife.

Damian laughed at the absurdity of it as he read his grandfather's summons. Richard wanted him married within six months. Not suggested. Required.

The old man was still trying to control him from his penthouse on the Upper East Side, still convinced that marriage would transform Damian into something other than what he was.

As if love was something that could fix a man who'd been broken by it once already.