His grandfather had set a trap.
But the next morning, reality hit.
“You’re my new boss?” she asked, tilting her head. “Or my prisoner?” lauren asher the fine print vk
She wore mismatched socks, drank chai lattes with too much sugar, and smiled at him like he wasn’t the monster who had tried to bulldoze her life’s work.
One rainy night, the park’s main carousel flickered to life—unplugged. Zahra stood beside it, drenched, laughing. His grandfather had set a trap
“To inherit control of Dreamland, Rowan must spend one month working alongside the park’s lead creative designer and implement one of her ideas. No veto power. No buying her silence.”
Rowan had two choices: walk away from Zahra to save the park… or lose everything for love. He found her sketching under the Ferris wheel at midnight. She took one look at his face and knew. “Or my prisoner
Rowan didn’t believe in ghosts. But when she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto a spinning, jeweled horse, he felt something crack inside his chest. Something that felt like wanting.