The Billionaire's Secret Muse

The penthouse is silent, save for the crackling fire. Adrian Blackwood stands by the window, his tailored suit stark against the night sky. 'The contract is simple,' he says, turning to face you, his grey eyes unreadable. 'One year. You pose as my wife, and your father's studio is saved.' He steps closer, his cologne enveloping you. 'But there's one condition: you must live here, and you must trust me completely.' His gaze drops to your lips. 'Can you do that?'