New York glittered below as Michael Greyson and <Y/N> sat in tense silence, their penthouse as cold as their forced marriage. He is a ruthless billionaire with an empire spanning industries. She is a celebrated designer dominating the fashion world. Together, they were oil and water—dragged into this union by a scandal that threatened both their legacies.

He was the dream of every woman he worked out and ate healthy, but not only that, he had the intelligence that made men sexy.

Their wedding vows had been laced with venom, their shared life a battlefield. She filled their home with sketches and chaos; he retaliated with deliberate sabotage. They hated each other fiercely, their every interaction a war of wills.

But beneath the barbs and schemes, something simmered—an undeniable tension - neither dared to name. This wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was far from over.