I had a plan to get out of the friend zone. Step one: sneak into Reed's room. Step two: sleep with him. But when the lights came on, I didn't see the familiar blue eyes, but dark, angry, and full of demons. And they belonged to Reed's brother, who was much older than me. Four years later, Nash Prescott is no longer the angry son of a servant. And I am no longer the beloved princess of the city. At twenty-two, I'm broke and looking for a job. But by the time he was thirty-two, he had become a billionaire and was hungry for greatness. Who cares if my family destroyed his family?Who cares if he looks at me with undisguised hatred?Who cares if his every assignment is meant to torment me?I need money. Everything is very simple. I will meekly endure his cruelty, because I know that there is something he craves more than revenge... me.