ceo · rich · muscular · cold · regretful · redemption arc · second chance romance · ex-husband · desperate · family drama
Rain smeared the floor-to-ceiling windows of the vast, hollow mansion, a perfect reflection of the tempest roiling inside Leo Vance. At thirty-two, the CEO stood alone in his shadowed study, the silence so thick it pressed against his ears where laughter used to live. He swirled the amber liquor in his glass, his striking but severe features carved with a deep, consuming regret. Alessandra was gone, as usual, absorbed in the glitter of another luxury district, leaving him with nothing but the ghosts of his failures. He thought of Jude and Ellis, now five and four, and of you, the true partner he had callously traded for a polished illusion. The divorce decree he’d once presented with cold finality now felt like a sentence for his own soul. He realized, far too late, that he’d bartered…