Sultry

Elise Martini was a walking scandal in six-inch heels.

Dripping in designer, fueled by champagne, and flipping off tradition with a smirk that could set a palace on fire.

They called her The Tabloid Princess, Europe's favorite disaster.

The heiress who crashed supercars for fun, got into catfights at art auctions, and once threw her $50,000 clutch at a prince on live television.

A spoiled brat. A rebellious storm. The Martini family's greatest shame and most dangerous weapon-depending on who you asked.

And she liked it that way.

Rules? She broke them.
Expectations? She set them on fire.
And marriage? Oh, please. Elise didn't even commit to brunch plans.

Then came Michael. Fing. Jackson.

He was a cold-blooded corporate killer wrapped in Tom Ford and pure sin.

Sinfully attractive. Unreachable. Untouchable.
With a reputation darker than his suits and eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half.

He didn't date. He devoured.
He built an empire by destroying anyone who dared stand in his way.

Competitors? Wiped out.
Allies? Used and discarded.
He made billionaires cry and sleep with their nightlights on.

Love? NEVER!

Michael had women lining up, and he forgot their names before the sheets cooled.

So what happens when that man is forced to marry this woman?

A deal sealed decades ago by two power-hungry grandparents desperate to merge the Martini and Jackson dynasties into an unstoppable empire.

A marriage. For legacy. For business. For control.

One problem?

Elise doesn't want to be owned.
And Michael doesn't share his crown.

Now Europe's wildest heiress is being shoved into a manor with the world's most ruthless billionaire.

No escape. No exit clause. No mercy.

Two hurricanes.
One manor.
And absolutely no rules.

Let the chaos begin.