Justice was brought to me against her will.
Now I can’t let her go.
In the secret world of the ultra-wealthy, there is only one rule:
Step out of line and prepare for punishment.
The richest families don’t bother with courtrooms.
No—they come to me.
And they plan in advance.
Justice came to my doorstep without warning.
Kicking. Screaming. Fighting.
The sight of her set my blood ablaze.
But my entire existence depends on discretion.
If I step out of line, the consequences will be deadly.
So I’ll take her over my lap.
I’ll discipline her as long as it takes.
And I’ll pretend not to notice that she loves it.
Because if I let the fire in her eyes get to me…
…it’ll burn my world to the ground.