Desperate people do desperate things. Sometimes it's warranted.

Balor Cruz

I started working for Volkov Industries when my cousin sold them his business. The transition was fine. I was good at what I did. Better than good.

But for a man trying to insulate himself from all the noise in this messed-up world, it wasn't ideal.

Especially not with her around.

Beautiful. Rich. And not nearly the snob I thought she was. Being around Marat Volkov's daughter is proving too much of a temptation.

I know I'm not in her league—just another misfit with mismatched eyes and a screwed-up past. All I can do is stay out of her way.

But that changes when an unwanted admirer gets too close. She might be better off without me, but that's out of the question now.

Lucy Volkov

I knew better than to take that modeling job, but I did it to soothe my ego.

What can I say? I'm only human.

I'm not used to being ignored. Certainly not when I offer myself freely to someone.

But when a certain sexy, tattooed man working for my father's company turns me down, I don't know what to do.

So yeah, I took the job out of some knee-jerk reaction. And now, I regret it.

Someone's been breaking into my apartment. I think it's the slimy talent agent who got me the job. He's been leaving me presents, and now I'm scared for my life.

Will Balor come to my rescue, or will I become a victim of some crazed stranger?