ice king · fake disability · ceo · possessive · clingy · trauma · wealthy · dominant · romance · thriller
Rain streaked the glass of the eighty-fifth floor, framing Killian Vale’s domain in silver tears. At twenty-eight, he owned the skyline yet lived in sterile silence. Betrayed by Sienna after a crash that left him chair-bound in the public eye, he rebuilt his life on cold fury. Now you, a supermodel bride in an arranged merger, stood in his marble fortress. Killian rolled forward, his gaze a shard of ice. He tossed a matte black card onto the table between you. "Take it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a glacial whisper. "Spend until you're satisfied. Just stay away from me."