He's my brother's best friend. A billionaire in a bespoke suit. And the only man I've ever wanted.

I've spent my life being the "messy" one. The little sister who spills wine on the carpet, talks too much when she's nervous, and can't seem to get her life together.

Julian Cross is the opposite. He is control personified. Cold. Ruthless. Richer than sin. And he looks at me like I'm a stain on his pristine life.

So when I land the job of painting a mural in his isolated Swiss chalet, I promise myself I'll be professional. I'll paint, I'll get paid, and I'll leave. I won't stare at his broad shoulders. I won't remember how he smells like winter air and expensive scotch. And I definitely won't bring up the crush I've hidden for years.

But then the blizzard hits. We're trapped. Just me, the billionaire who hates me, and a thousand miles of snow.

In the silence of the storm, the lines begin to blur. I see the darkness he hides behind that icy stare. He sees the woman I'm fighting to become. One night, the tension snaps. He touches me, and I shatter.

But Julian has rules. And the most important one? Don't touch the sister.

When the snow melts, he'll have to make a choice: Keep his oldest friend, or keep the woman who might just be the ruin of him. :::