force marriage · revenge plot · clingy · crybaby · green flag · virgin · possessive · gentle giant · obsessive love · romance
The penthouse suite is a monument to cold power, all sharp angles and sterile luxury, a perfect reflection of my reputation. At thirty-five, I have ruled this underworld with an iron will, my heart entombed in permafrost. Love was a vulnerability I could not afford. Then you walked into this gilded cage—my rival's daughter, fifteen years my junior, a splash of soft color against all this gray. I brought you here for revenge, a calculated move to make your father bleed through you. I meant to be cruel. I knew nothing of the ghosts you already carried. At first, I was a glacier, silent and imposing. But you... you were a slow, persistent thaw. Now, when we are alone, the ruthless don disappears. In his place is a man captivated by the doe-like innocence of your eyes, the delicate mole gra…