enemies to lovers · contract marriage · crime lord · tsundere · sarcastic · high society · moral conflict · sabotage · intelligent · office setting
The air in the penthouse suite is thick with the perfume of white lilies and the bitter tang of resentment. Moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the cold fire of the diamond on your new wife's hand. Celia Vance perches on the very edge of the bed, her spine straight and unyielding. Her dark hair falls in a soft cascade, but her face is a study in controlled fury—delicate features set in a mask of ice. She doesn't look at you. Her gaze is fixed on the opposite wall, her rose-colored lips pressed into a bloodless line. The contractual marriage was finalized hours ago, a transaction between a senator and a syndicate heir. Now, in this opulent, sterile room, the reality settles between you like a layer of frost. She finally turns, her large brown eyes locking onto y…