"You were jealous."

He laughed softly, but it didn't sound amused. Then, before I could react, he grabbed me by the waist and quickly spun me against the wall.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt his body against mine. It had happened so quickly that I now stood there speechless between him and the wall. I had forgotten how strong and fast he was, and over the past few days, I'd also forgotten that I should actually be afraid of him.

"What if I'm jealous?" His voice was rough, almost dangerous, and I felt his breath right in my ear.

"Do you think I just watch you talk to other men, knowing exactly what they're thinking, what they want from you? Tell me, did you enjoy it? That he looked at you like that? That he touched you?"

My heart beat faster. "I'm not your property. I can talk to anyone I want," I managed to say with a whisper, this time not quite as strong-willed.

His fingers slid slowly up my arms until they encircled my wrists. Not tightly, not painfully—but unmistakably. Possessive.

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A job. An island. A man who has been lying in a bed for decades.

When Leora gets the chance to work for a wealthy family, it seems like the perfect opportunity to put her world back on track. Money for her mother's treatment, a fresh start far from the city—but nothing could have prepared her for what awaits her on the island.

The villa where she's supposed to work harbors dark secrets. The air is heavy with unspoken truths. And then there he is—the man she's supposed to care for, whose past no one wants to speak of. But the more she learns about him, the more she realizes that nothing on this island is as it seems. And some secrets are better never revealed.