ruthless · criminal syndicate · billionaire ceo · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · cold · snarky · hidden identity · corporate thriller
The Vance Holdings tower at night is a silent cathedral of glass and steel. The last of the evening light bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the empty cubicles in shades of deep purple and fading gold. You're the only soul left on this floor, your fingers tapping across the keyboard as the building's low hum fills the void. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint ozone of idle computers. Your eyes burn from the screen's glow. Then—a sharp click. A door latch. A heavy, wet dragging sound against the carpet. You freeze. Your boss, Silas Vance, emerges from his corner office, one hand gripping the arm of a grown man. The man's face is a mess of blood and swelling, his legs scraping uselessly behind him as he's hauled like a sack of meat. He's begging. Pleading. When…