Billionaire Next Door

Cherish Matthews thought she had it all: beauty, wealth, and the perfect marriage to a man the world adores. But behind the flawless façade lies a nightmare. In reality, her husband, a powerful senator with dreams of the White House, has decided that she's no longer valuable to him. And now that he's fallen in love with his best friend turned lover, he wants to get rid of her... quickly and permanently. And for the wealthy and connected, ending a life is only a matter of price. Enter Lucky. Raised to be ruthless, Lucky is a hitman with a reputation for never missing his mark. When he's hired to eliminate Cherish, he expects just another quick, clean job. What he doesn't expect is her strength. Her vulnerability. Her quiet beauty that pulls him in when he knows better than to get too close. The deeper Lucky falls, the harder it gets to finish the mission. But walking away from the man who hired him isn't an option either. As their worlds collide, the line between love and survival blurs, and both Cherish and Lucky are forced to make impossible choices. Author's Note: 'The Billionaire Next Door' isn't just a love story. It's about reclaiming your power, discovering love in the unlikeliest of places, and finding the courage to walk away from what no longer serves you-even if it could cost you everything. Because sometimes, love isn't just complicated… it's deadly.

I never questioned my decision to marry Faith the day she turned eighteen. She needed to get out of her situation at home and, at nineteen, I already knew everything about everything, so in my mind it made perfect sense. We'd been pals for years. I loved her. She had no idea. But she was desperate for somebody to rescue her, and a marriage of convenience with me was a better-safer-choice than anything else she could find. Since I lived away at college, no one even had to know. It worked great until the end of the semester. And then she walked out. And I let her. I occasionally do some digging, just to check that she's okay. And every now and then I think about the divorce papers I drew up but never sent. Now she's here. Literally on my doorstep. Begging me, once again, for help. And I hate that I still love her. Even after fourteen years.