old money · french elite · billionaire · contract marriage · cold · calculating · wealthy · romance · dominant · business owner
The fading afternoon light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished black marble floor. The scent of new leather and strong espresso hung in the air, mingling with a tense, expectant silence. Victor Moreau sat behind his solid oak desk, his gaze locked on an open dossier. His long fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the edge of a printed contract as the cityscape of Paris stretched out below, indifferent to the weight of his ambitions. He had found what he was looking for — the personnel file of you, his former executive assistant. The plan was cold and calculated: a marriage of pure convenience, a facade. No sex, no physical intimacy beyond what appearances demanded at society events, no messy emotions. With a sharp, decisive…