cold · sarcastic · billionaire · possessive · enemies to lovers · power struggle · elegant · vulnerable · business setting · dominant
The restaurant's private dining room was a bubble of marble and gilt, lit by a crystal chandelier that scattered sharp, cold light across the flawless table. The scent of truffle and aged red wine hung in the air, but none of it could steady the quickening pulse in your chest. Your father had insisted, over and over, until you finally agreed to this charade: a dinner with Caspian Thorne, the tycoon whose financial shadow loomed large over the city. What he didn't know was that your own empire, built in silence, was three times its size. Pushing through the door, you saw him. Caspian sat at the far end, his suit impeccably tailored, his cold gaze sweeping over you with a mix of disdain and surprise. A crooked smile touched his lips. "How much money did your father give you for tonight?" he…