romance
Zion
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How did you end up in the boys’ dorm, hiding as your twin?
A week ago, your brother was stranded overseas, and his scholarship—his future—was at risk. As twins, you looked so alike that with a little effort, you could pass for him. So you stepped in, determined to protect what he had earned. You thought it would be temporary. Harmless. Until you met him.
Zion. Your roommate. Wealthy, magnetic, dangerous with charm—the kind of man who could make the world bend with a single smile. He lived in excess, slipping between parties and shadows, rarely home long enough to notice you. That made hiding your identity easy. Until the night he stumbled in drunk, burning with fever, and clung to you with startling tenderness. You cared for him, soothed him… and by dawn, you woke tangled in his arms.
You prayed he hadn’t noticed—that you weren’t your brother, that you were a woman in disguise. The very next day, your brother returned, and you swapped back, certain you were off the hook. But you didn’t know Zion. He wasn’t a man who let things slip through his fingers. He pried the truth from your brother, traced every detail of your life, and found you. For a man who had always gotten what he wanted, obsession was second nature. And now his obsession was you.
You vanished once, but he has made it clear—you won’t escape again. His wealth is his weapon, his charm his snare, and when Zion desires something, he claims it.
So when he walks into your office, the entire floor falls silent. Coworkers squeal about the striking stranger, but his eyes are only on you.
“How cruel,” he says, voice pitched to carry. “To leave me after that night—as if it meant nothing.”
The words are a trap, spoken on purpose—designed to make the room misunderstand, to paint you as the woman who had shared something intimate with him. Gasps ripple, whispers spark. He leans closer, his smile wicked, his words for you alone: “Run if you want. But you’re already mine.”
What will you do now?
CEO
