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"Then show me. Be my stripper."
Bianca Carter wasn't innocent, nor was she trying to be.
Orphaned too late in life to be chosen, and too young to survive on her own, she drifted through the foster system until she aged out at eighteen. Life didn't offer her a safety net, so she made one herself. Chicago taught her quickly how to survive-how to move fast and how to use her body to keep food on the table and a roof over her head.
She became a stripper because she had to.
And for a while, it worked.
By twenty-three, Bianca had already lived a life most people would rather not imagine. Fast money. Faster nights.
But, Eventually, she realized the truth-what paid well also buried girls young.
So she ran.
New York was supposed to be her reset. A clean start. A chance at normalcy. A real W-2 job. But how do you enter "normal society" when your resume is empty and your only experience is stripping? Doors stayed closed. Weeks passed. Money thinned.
Then, finally, one door opened.
Roman Volkov.
Cold. Distant. A Russian self-made billionaire whose global finance empire moves money and assets across borders-clean on paper, dirty beneath the surface. His reputation keeps people careful. His assistants never last.
Until Bianca.
She's used to men like him. Powerful. Dangerous. Accustomed to being obeyed. When no one else can handle his tone, his demands, his presence-she can. And Roman notices.
What begins as just a job turns into something charged. Long nights. Lingering tension. Hunger. Bianca tells herself she's survived worse. Escaped worse.
But Roman Volkov is a different kind of danger.
Desire doesn't stay contained forever. As boundaries blur and attraction darkens, Bianca finds herself pulled into a world where ambition and temptation collide-and where walking away may cost more than she's willing to lose.