Revenge With Step-Daddy
Roman’s POV
Six months ago, I sat across from Valentina at a black marble table in my solicitor’s office.
She had a cigarette between her fingers, her legs crossed in a practiced, predatory pose.
“This is not about love,” I said, my voice flat. “One year. A PR arrangement. That’s all it is.”
I needed public image rehabilitation—a stable, traditional partner. She needed capital and status. It was simple, clean, and financially sound.