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PRINCE OF CHAOS

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Jack Delman has everything money can buy; wealth, power, and a name that opens every door. But being the son of a powerful billionaire comes with a dangerous price. Threats lurk in every shadow, enemies circle his family’s legacy, and no bodyguard has ever lasted long enough to truly protect him. Not that Jack makes it easy—rebellious, reckless, and addicted to pushing limits, he drives them all away. Desperate, his father hires Dwayne Shane—a young, hardened street fighter with nothing to lose and everything to prove. Cold, disciplined, and unshakably professional, Dwayne is nothing like the polished security Jack is used to. He doesn’t flinch at Jack’s attitude, doesn’t bend to his provocations, and certainly doesn’t care about his status. To make matters worse—or perhaps more interesting—Dwayne is enrolled at Doitwell University, becoming a constant presence in Jack’s already chaotic life. At first, Jack is determined to break him like the rest. But Dwayne doesn’t break. Instead, he stands firm—an immovable force that both infuriates and fascinates Jack. What begins as a battle of wills slowly shifts into something far more dangerous. Because for the first time, someone sees through Jack’s arrogance… and refuses to be controlled by it. And for the first time, Jack doesn’t want him to leave. But Dwayne has one rule: this is strictly professional. No attachments. No emotions. No crossing the line. The problem? Jack has never been good at following rules… and Dwayne may not be as immune as he thinks. As threats against Jack escalate and secrets about his family’s legacy begin to surface, the line between protector and protected begins to blur. In a world where trust is fragile and danger is constant, they’ll have to decide— Is this just a job… or something worth risking everything for?
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