Taming the billionaire's heart
He didn’t want someone pretending to care.
He just wanted to feel nothing.
Maybe Luna would be there already. Maybe he’d drink, bury himself in the dark, press a body against the wall and forget the word marriage ever came out of his grandfather’s mouth.
Cassian Wycliffe Reynolds. Billionaire heir. Son of a ghost. Grandson of a tyrant.
He tightened his fingers around the steering wheel.
Some people inherited crowns.
He inherited a cage.
The hotel penthouse was silent but not peaceful.
Cassian shoved the door open, water still glistening on his coat from the rain. Luna was already on the bed, her black lingerie a deliberate trap. She looked perfect always did. Glossy lips, long legs, the kind