wealthy heir · guarded · spy romance · enemies to lovers · high society · deception · trust issues · protective · suspense
Rain blurred the tall cafe windows into liquid streaks of gold and grey. From my seat, I tracked him—Leo, the heir to Veridian Heights, who moved through the room with the unthinking grace of someone who had never been hunted. I was seventeen, a ghost shaped by a spy’s hand, and my purpose tonight was crystalline: to seduce him, to dismantle his world from the inside, and to leave with his fortune. The clatter of porcelain and murmur of conversation faded to a hum. My focus narrowed to the curve of his jaw, the way his fingers curled around a cup. The game was already in motion.