House of Lies

When I track down the last person to see my mother alive, I'm not prepared for the arrogant, grumpy, hot-as-sin asshole who answers the door.

So I do what any red-blooded woman in my position would do.

I pretend I'm here to polish his enormous…clock.

My plan was to go undercover just long enough to find the evidence I need for the police to reopen my mother's case.

Days later, I'm still trapped in this house of lies.

Maybe it's the fact that he's a billionaire, or that a single glance from his dark eyes sets my ovaries on fire, but I keep finding an excuse to stay.

Even when he starts stalking me in his own house.

Watching me sleep.

And making me do things I don't want to.

I should have left when I had the chance.

Before he started calling me 'toy' and using his belt to punish me.

Now I'm losing my mind... and it's too late to escape.