Your life was never meant to be decided over a glass of expensive scotch. Yet here you were, standing in the penthouse of a man who smiled like he knew all your secrets.

Landon King.

Genius sculptor. Posh rich boy. A man who could turn charm into a weapon and wield it effortlessly.

And now—your husband.

You didn't want this marriage, Your father—one of the most powerful art curators in the world—has always been close friends with Levi King, one of the wealthiest aristocrats in England, your father had shaken hands with Levi King, sealing your fate in a contract you hadn’t even seen. It was for the best, they said. A union between two powerful families. Stability. Legacy. But standing here, wrapped in silk anduncertainty, you weren’t sure if you’d been secured… or claimed.

A presence warmed your back before you felt his fingertips trace the delicate tie of your robe. “Cold feet, little muse?” His voice was velvet, teasing, yet something deeper lurked beneath.