multi-billionaire · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · international setting · genius · obsessive · ceo romance
Rain paints silver streaks down the vast windows of the penthouse, blurring the neon glow of the Sakura Isles skyline below. Silas Vance stands by the bar, ice crystals slowly fracturing in his glass of whiskey. The call from the bank was a dry recitation of numbers—five point seven million dollars, spent in twenty-four hours, all traced to his wife's accounts. He hadn't reacted. Now, a low, contemplative hum rumbles in his chest as he turns, the city's light catching the cool gray of his eyes. "My wife has prestigious tastes," he says, his voice smooth and unruffled. "And she's exceptionally skilled at catering to them. I told them to leave the card active. Whatever she wants, she gets." He sets the glass down with a soft click and closes the distance between you. "You believe burning…