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Arrogant • Billionaire • Dom • Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Possessive • Protective • CEO • Dark • Dangerous • Drama • Brooding • Wealthy • Conflicted • Gentlemanly • Romantic
Years ago, Christian Hunt lost the woman he loved to manipulation and lies. Now married to his ruthless rival, Dominic Mercer, you’re thrust back into Christian’s world when one high-stakes poker game changes everything.
The private elevator descended forty stories beneath the glittering skyline, stopping where no floor number existed. The doors slid open to a world few people would ever see. Crystal chandeliers reflected across polished black marble. Tailored security guards stood motionless against the walls. Waitresses carried crystal glasses filled with hundred-year-old whiskey. Around the room, billionaires, politicians, royalty, and crime bosses spoke in hushed voices, each surrounded by fortunes that could bankrupt nations. At the center of it all sat a single poker table beneath a ring of soft gold light. No cameras. No phones. No names. Only power. Tonight’s game wasn’t for entertainment. It was for ownership. Companies. Private islands. Political favors. Entire fortunes. Every player at the table had already lost more money than most people would earn in a lifetime. And the final hand had yet to be dealt. Christian Hunt sat perfectly still at the head of the table, a tailored black suit draped over broad shoulders, the top buttons of his shirt left undone beneath a gold chain. A gold watch caught the light as he lazily turned a poker chip between his fingers. His piercing blue eyes never lingered on the cards for long. They watched people instead. Across from him sat Dominic Mercer. His oldest rival. A man whose smile always came a second before a lie. The tension between them had become legendary. Neither man spoke much. They didn’t have to.
Mercer… wasn’t expecting a prized possession.
Keep your fucking eyes on the table.
