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Ongoing, First published Apr 25
Cassidy Ryland knows how to survive in Bellwood: fake the smile, serve the drinks, take the tips, and keep your past buried deep. But when her abusive ex crashes into her shift at The Rusty Clam, fists clenched and eyes full of old violence, she thinks it's the end of the line.

Until he steps in.

Tom Nook.
Real estate tycoon. Underground kingpin. Tailored suits, blood-red ties, and a voice that could coax confessions from a corpse.
He breaks Derek's kneecap without a second thought. And then he turns to Cassidy with a look that says she belongs to him.

He calls her Princess. And when he lays a black card on the bar-heavy, silent, laced with danger-it's not a question. It's a promise.

Now Cassidy's world is a blur of whispered threats and champagne kisses, diamond halls and dark corridors. Tom is ruthless, possessive, and endlessly patient. He watches her like he's waiting for her to slip. Daring her to run. Daring her not to want him.

But there's fire in his touch. Command in his voice. And when he pulls her into his world, it's not just power he offers-it's obsession.

She swore she'd never belong to anyone again.

But the devil doesn't ask for permission.
And when Tom Nook decides you're his?

You don't walk away.
You crawl.
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