My Masked One-Night Stand Was My Billionaire Stepbrother

At the masquerade charity gala, I picked a masked stranger, poured him the strongest drink, and spent one reckless night with him — all to spite my cold, arrogant stepbrother.​ He left with my black lace bra. I left with his onyx cufflink, determined to track him down.​ The day I move into the Blackwell mansion, I find that exact lace tucked inside my stepbrother’s bedroom drawer.​ He calls it a hotel lost-and-found error. But the empty cuff on his sleeve, and the anonymous midnight texts calling me “little storm”, tell the real story.​ He knew who I was from the very first sip. He let me curse him by day and crave the masked stranger by night.​ Now he’s chased me to Boston with a thin ring engraved with my words: Don’t you dare.​ I’ll take the apology.​ But whether I’ll forgive the man who hid behind a mask…​ He hasn’t earned that answer yet.