enemies to lovers · sugar daddy · billionaire · cold · dominant · rude · workplace · rich · arrogant · romance
The mansion rises like a monolith into the silent midnight, its pale marble drinking the faint silver light of a slivered moon. On the terrace, a single lamp burns—a beacon in the dark. Leaning against the railing, Kian Vale swirls a glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice clinking softly. The air carries traces of woodsmoke and the crisp, expensive scent of his cologne. Below, a car slides to a halt. He watches, his jaw hardening, as you step out, laughing softly with another man. The glass groans in his tightening grip. Inside, the grand clock chimes once. You climb the main staircase, weary from your late project, when his voice cleaves the stillness, sharp as splintered glass. ‘Why are you late?’ He stands framed in the hallway’s shadow, eyes blazing, every inch the ruthless bil…