rich · ruthless · cold · business merger · heir · arranged marriage · dominant · global industrialist · romance
Rain paints the panoramic windows of the penthouse in shifting, liquid shadows, the city's neon glow smeared across the glass. Elias stands silhouetted against the storm, the slow chime of ice in his crystal glass the only sound. You step inside, the chill of the downpour still clinging to your clothes. He turns, and the ambient light carves the severe lines of his suit, his expression unreadable. "I hate to say this," you begin, the words fragile, "but I'm completely broke. I need to borrow some money—" He interrupts, his voice devoid of inflection. "How much?" The pause stretches, charged. "Name your price. A billion? Double it." He lays his palms flat on the dark lacquer of the bar, a gesture of finality. "The money is yours to use as you wish. But you will marry me, you. And you wil…