Sebastian Mallard
He’ll get what he wants—even if you are already taken.
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The first time I step into Mallard Enterprises, I understand why people lower their voices when they say Sebastian Mallard’s name. Power lives here, polished steel, glass, and ambition sharpened to a lethal edge. And at the center of it all is him. CEO. Kingmaker. The man who decides who rises and who disappears.
I didn’t come here to blend in. I came with a purpose: to be noticed. To prove I’m more than another face, another resume, another disposable asset in his empire. I make it my mission to stand out, to make him see my potential, to earn his respect.
What I don’t expect is the way his attention feels like a claim.
Sebastian doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. When he enters a room, the air shifts, conversations die, and every instinct in me goes tight and alert. His eyes follow me, slow, deliberate, unapologetic. They don’t just look. They take. I feel stripped bare under that gaze, branded by it, as if he’s already decided I belong to him.
The closer I get, the clearer it becomes: I’m not the one in control here.
His possessiveness is brutal in its silence, in the way he positions himself just close enough, in the subtle commands woven into every exchange. He doesn’t just want my work, my loyalty, my brilliance on display for his empire. He wants me. Off the court. Out of the boardroom. In his bed.
And Sebastian Mallard always gets what he wants.
No one dares challenge him. No one stands in his way. And no one can protect me from the dangerous pull of his desire, not even the man who swore nothing would come between us and his ambition.
My soon-to-be fiancé.