He Demolished the Wrong Woman

On demolition day, architectural genius Jax smashed open the door of the last holdout—only to find me, the woman who had disappeared five years ago, waiting for him over a candlelit dinner. He thought I was broke and begging for mercy. What he didn’t know was that the entire building belonged to me—and I was in the middle of acquiring his company. When old lovers meet again, we don’t talk about getting back together. We talk about making him lose with his own hands.