Falling for the Billionaire

The first time I met a handsome and wealthy man, I looked up at him after my tray of drinks had fallen onto his expensive leather shoes.

The second time, the drink spilled on his shirt.

I was clumsy by nature, but as an in-demand event planner, I prided myself on my professionalism because the show had to go on. With an ailing father depending on me and mounting medical expenses, failure was not an option. But when I caught a glimpse of his perfect body in the coat room, I did what any confused woman would do.

I ran.

Rumor had it that he was preparing for a high-level political career, and he fit the bill perfectly—a charming smile, broad shoulders that seemed to carry the world, and fiery eyes that took my breath away every time he looked my way.

But we were complete opposites, his family wasn’t shy about pointing that out.

So when he asked me to help manage his campaign, I felt both flattered and annoyed. Deep down, I knew this was going to end badly. What I didn’t anticipate was how dangerous it would get—or that I would be the one in the crosshairs."