Bianca Tate

I hate being controlled.
Five years ago, I discovered Bernard had been documenting my every move. So, I ran—from the man who orchestrated the perfect plan to make me fall in love with him, from the suffocating control he had over my life.
But now, he’s back.
Armed with a merger proposal, bruises that don’t add up, and a mysterious family that’s strangely obsessed with me, he’s here to take back what he thinks is his.
Oh, and now, I’m supposed to call him "Uncle."
"You think you can control me again?" I spat, anger lacing my voice. "Five years ago, I escaped your web, and nothing you do now changes that."
Bernard’s gaze remained cold, a smirk curling at his lips. “You’ve always overestimated your freedom. You know, I’ve been watching you all this time—you can’t escape me.”
I met his cold stare, my voice unwavering. “You’re wrong. I escaped, and I’m not that naive woman anymore. What you see now is the woman you could never control.”