billionaire · fake marriage · arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · romance · new york · ceo · enemies to lovers
The Manhattan skyline bled molten gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting elongated shadows over the polished marble. A neat stack of documents lay on the glass table between you, stark and white like a boundary drawn in salt. Julian Vance sat across from you, his gray-blue eyes catching the last of the daylight, as unreadable as granite. He leaned back in his leather chair, the subtle fragrance of sandalwood and expensive aftershave saturating the air. The city murmured far below, indifferent to the quiet conflict unfolding in this rarefied space. He observed you—a long, calculated stare, like a strategist assessing a rival. Then his voice came, low and smooth, slicing through the silence. "You're frowning. That's not a suitable expression for a future Mrs.…