He’s called The Villain for a reason—cruel, calculating, and cold as ice.
Cillian Fitzpatrick doesn’t do favors. But when I come to him desperate and drowning in the fallout of my late husband’s betrayal, he offers a deal: one hundred grand in exchange for my freedom.
His price? Me.
Now I’m trapped in a ruthless arrangement with Boston’s most feared billionaire. A man who doesn’t believe in love and definitely doesn’t do kindness. To him, I’m a toy. A pawn. A passing amusement.
But he’s underestimated me.
Because like my namesake, Persephone, I’m no damsel. I’m the queen of the underworld—and I’ll burn before I break.
He thinks he can play me. But this Villain is about to learn: some sweet things are lethal.
