Chapter Two

Lucien Black

The boardroom smelled like lemon oil and fear.

Lights were up. Cameras were on. Suits sat with an attention that looked like hunger. I wore a plain gray suit, no crest, no ring, no proclamation of blood. They needed a name they could file. I gave them one.

“Mr. Vale,” the chairman said, all civility and teeth. He pronounced it like an appraisal.

I kept my voice slow. “Lucian Vale. Vale Meridian Trust—discreet, long-term capital. We specialize in defensive investments: security infrastructure, incident response, conti… Continue Reading Billionaire's Fated Mate

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