Surviving a crash was only the beginning. Learning to live again might break her for good.
Ice-cold Manhattan heiress and CEO Cecilia Rhodes has built her life on control—of her image, her empire, and her heart. But when a late-night accident leaves her with a shattered leg, a scar she can’t quite hide, and a family reputation on the brink, control is the one thing she no longer has.
Her weeks of rehab exile in the family’s empty beach house. Her last line of a live-in rehab nurse who has no intention of treating her like royalty.
Natalie Reynolds has seen what real damage looks like. As a home-care nurse, she’s there to get Cecilia walking again—not to fix a rich woman’s conscience. But the more nights they spend in the creaking Hamptons house—between pain meds, physiotherapy sessions, and insomnia confessions—the clearer it Cecilia’s worst injuries aren’t the ones on her charts.
Cecilia is used to impact and aftermath, to losing things without warning and getting up anyway. For her, survival is familiar. Letting someone close is the real risk.
Natalie, on the other hand, has made herself a she won’t be anyone’s afterthought, anyone’s secret, or anyone’s penance.
As rehab turns into real intimacy and the quiet of the sea gives way to the noise of Manhattan, both women will have to decide if what began behind closed doors is strong enough to survive boardrooms, press cameras, and the ghosts of who they used to be.
The Heiress Under My Care is a slow-burn sapphic romance
an ice-queen CEO who isn’t as unbreakable as she looks
a grounded, sharp-tongued live-in rehab nurse
forced proximity in a memory-haunted beach house
emotional hurt/comfort, guilt, trauma, and healing
a tender f/f love story with adult heat and a hard-won hopeful ending
A complete, stand-alone contemporary sapphic romance about survival, vulnerability, and the dangerous, necessary choice to let someone stay.