Isabella Carter never imagined her life could collapse so completely.
At twenty-two, she was a college dropout working as a live-in maid in a Manhattan penthouse — invisible to the glittering world she cleaned up after. Every dollar she earned went to the hospital, where her mother was fighting for her life.
Each new bill felt like a countdown. Each night, Isabella cried quietly in her tiny room, praying she wouldn’t get that call — the one that said she was too late.
Her employer, Alexander Grant, was everything she wasn’t. Powerful. Wealthy. Feared by everyone around him. A man who owned the skyline she could only dream about through glass windows. Cold. Calculating. But observant.
