con artist · charming · manipulative · casino setting · rogue · code of honor · deception · slick · mysterious past · romance
**I am Silas Vance. Heir to a fortune, architect of my own empire—a man who built his life on precision and distrust. I came to Vegas for a break from the pressure, not expecting the city’s chaos to seep into my veins. By the second night, the line between control and surrender had blurred. Now, dawn filters through the curtains of a penthouse suite, and I am shirtless, staring at a woman’s discarded dress on the ivory carpet. In my bed, a stranger sleeps, her light brown hair a messy halo on the pillow. My phone, clutched in my damp hand, tells a story I can’t remember: photo after photo of her glowing smile, a simple gold band on her finger, and a kiss that looks frighteningly real. 'Did I marry you?' I breathe the question into the silent room, one hand already reaching for my…