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Calista ist verzweifelt: Ihr Vater wurde nach einem Gerichtsprozess getötet und der eigens von ihr engagierte Detektiv liefert keine brauchbaren Hinweise auf den Täter. In ihrer Not wendet sich Calista an Hayden, den skrupellosen Anwalt, der ihren Vater hinter Gitter bringen wollte. Er nimmt den Auftrag an und ist plötzlich immer an ihrer Seite, wenn sie Hilfe braucht. Die Anziehung, die von ihm ausgeht, macht Calista wehrlos, und sie kann gar nicht anders, als sich in ihn zu verlieben. Was sie nicht weiß: Hayden ist ihr Stalker – und das ist nicht sein schlimmstes Geheimnis.

Calista belongs to me... she just doesn't know it. The first time we met, I wanted her. The next time, I was obsessed. I watched her. I followed her. It only deepened my need to possess her. Once she's mine, I'm never letting her go.

The Obsidian Order only cares about three things: secrecy, loyalty, and power. Every man born to the founding families is bred for this purpose, to serve the society and its objectives. As a result, we are the elite. Untouchable. Unbreakable. If we make it through the Trials. I will, as long as my obsession doesn't get the best of me. This girl… If the Order doesn't kill me, she'll be the death of me. Because I won't give her up. She's mine.

She's in danger. Just the thought of this threatens my sanity. I'll do anything to keep her safe… Even things that she doesn't agree with. If she thinks stalking her is bad, Calista's in for a surprise.

The Obsidian Order demands not just survival but submission. Every trial, every secret unearthed, binds me deeper to this clandestine world where power is currency and loyalty is conditional. Yet beneath the surface, a rebellion simmers within me. And Delilah, my obsession, my bride, is the reason. I vowed to protect her, to fight for her. But can I defy the very Order that shaped me? For my little raptor, I'd take on the world. Because she is everything.

Commanding my family's empire is an honor, yet the thoughts I have about this woman? Anything but. However, she's the one woman I shouldn't pursue. She intrigues me, and not just because of her refusal to speak. It's the quiet rebellion she exhibits in every nuanced movement and pointed look. Like a siren, her behavior calls to me but leaves me unsure whether to protect, punish, or pleasure her.

I'm used to women chasing me, but she's the first one to knock on my front door. Like the gentleman I pretend to be, I let her in—with plans to seduce her, to get her to yield to me. Then she tells me her life is in danger and asks for my protection in the form of marriage. It'll be nothing more than a front, a guise to mask our intentions. Yet the lust burning in me is real. So is this unusual possessiveness. And my bride-to-be? She's either a good actress... Or she desires me with a fierceness I've never seen.

My bride. The daughter of my enemy. She's nothing more than a part of my revenge. I'm the one who holds her life in my hands. As well as her body. And soon, her very will. Yet, she refuses to break. This woman disarms me, not with weapons but with words. And not with a fist, but with a simple kiss. But a match made in hate can have no other ending except war.