revenge · second chance · ceo · cold · calculating · hidden identity · romance · corporate setting · vengeance · mysterious
The rain beat a steady, punishing rhythm against the alley walls, drowning out the quiet that followed your phone's impact on the slick ground. Cassian Vale shifted, his eyes flying open to a world that had spun on without him. Ten full years had slipped away, yet the face staring back from a rain-filled puddle was still thirty, untouched by decay or time. He lifted his gaze, not to the cold, damp brick, but to you—the stranger who had discovered his shattered form. The space between you hummed with the gravity of a decade of deception. As he pushed himself upright, a wince of pain crossing his features, the ghost of the murdered CEO held your stare. The board had been reset; the widow's fortune, built on his spilled lifeblood, now faced its reckoning. He did not speak of the pistol or…