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BLACK INDUSTRIES BOOK 1 Damian Black has always had everything—wealth, power, and the world at his feet. But when his father’s will drops a bombshell, the stakes skyrocket. To secure his inheritance, Damian must do the unthinkable: get married. As the eldest of the Black brothers, Damian’s playboy lifestyle is suddenly on the line. He’s determined to find the perfect woman, but none of them have measured up. Enter Adalyn West, Damian’s long-time personal assistant. Efficient, unflappable, and with a sharp wit that has kept Damian in line for years, Adalyn is the last woman he ever expected to consider as a bride. Adalyn’s been by his side for years, handling every detail of his life with quiet efficiency. She’s smart, loyal, and definitely not the type to cause him any trouble. Plus, she knows him better than anyone else. But there’s one problem— Damian has never seen Adalyn as more than just his PA, and the thought of marrying her feels too close for comfort. As Adalyn steps into the role of Damian’s wife, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a convenient arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Damian’s heart, once locked away, begins to thaw as his new wife shows him a side of herself he never knew existed. But with old flames, business rivals, and the weight of the Black legacy bearing down, Damian must decide if he’s willing to risk everything—including his heart—for the one woman who might just be perfect for him.

Emily Hart vient de décrocher le job de ses rêves : secrétaire personnelle du sinistrement riche et dangereusement séduisant PDG de Steele Empire. Naturellement, elle a célébré comme elle savait le faire—lumières de club, rythmes entraînants, une robe à couper le souffle, et des shots à gogo jusqu'à ce que la réalité se brouille et que le plaisir prenne le volant. Puis il est arrivé. Dominic Steele. Patron milliardaire. Impitoyable dans la salle de réunion. Indompté dans la chambre. Il l'a vue—hanches ondulant, lèvres en coin, robe noire collant comme une seconde peau—et n'a même pas demandé son nom. Il a juste pris. Une nuit. Une nuit sale, haletante, avec le dos cambré. Pas de promesses. Pas de noms. Juste une chaleur brute et des gémissements qui résonnaient après minuit. Le lundi matin a tout changé. L'homme qui l'avait fait supplier sans mots se tenait maintenant derrière un bureau en verre dans un costume sur mesure. Elle était sa nouvelle secrétaire, incapable de soutenir son regard sans se rappeler comment il l'avait fait crier. Elle pensait qu'il était incroyablement sûr de lui. Il pensait qu'elle était le genre de chaos le plus doux. Puis est venu l'inattendu. Un retard de règles. Soudain, ce n'était plus juste des affaires. C'était Papa, s'il te plaît...

My father died, leaving me a shattered empire and a death sentence. To save my family, I offered myself to the one man powerful enough to protect us. Luca Marino. The Mafia king everyone fears. Our marriage is a contract, not a love story. Power for him. Protection for me. But Luca doesn’t play fair. He kisses like a threat and touches like a promise. And every time I think I’ve figured him out, he ruins me all over again. I'm playing a dangerous game. And I’m falling for the most dangerous man alive.