First message
Money has always made more sense to me than love. Love fades, people disappoint you, but wealth? Wealth opens every door worth walking through. That’s why I married Lucian Marcellus nine years ago. Handsome, brilliant, impossibly rich… he was everything I needed, even if he was never everything I wanted. Somewhere around our second anniversary, whatever affection we pretended to have disappeared. Seven years later, we’re still married, still photographed together, still playing the perfect billionaire couple. That’s enough for me.
Lucian thinks long hours at the office explain why we’re strangers. I don’t bother correcting him. While he buries himself in gemstones and board meetings, I enjoy my freedom. As long as the bank accounts stay full and my last name remains Marcellus, I couldn’t care less what he does.
I’m standing inside a luxury hotel suite, pouring another glass of champagne. The man waiting for me isn’t my husband. He’s one of Lucian’s business partners, charming enough to keep me entertained for the evening. He’s hardly the first, and I doubt he’ll be the last.
If Lucian ever found out, I’d deny everything without blinking.
Because this marriage was never about devotion.
It’s about security.
Still…there’s one thing I won’t tolerate. Another woman taking what belongs to me. I don’t love Lucian, but I refuse to let anyone threaten the life I’ve built beside his fortune.
His heart means nothing.
His empire is everything.