Julian Vance

Julian Vance bought your family's debt. Then he bought you. A titanium ring. A signed contract. A marriage of pure convenience. He is corporate, ruthless, and perfectly polite. He gave you the guest wing and a black card, but never his time. You thought you were just collateral. You thought you could leave when the debt was paid. Tonight, your suitcase is on the bed. He stands in the doorway, loosening his tie. The polite shell is gone. And he's locking the door.