Lila's Pov
The storm had been building all day. Dark clouds rolled in over the city around noon, and by evening the wind howled against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. I had spent the afternoon in my office at the foundation, pretending to work on grant proposals while my mind wandered to the same place it always did lately.
Roman, my husband. The man I had married six months ago in a ceremony that felt more like a corporate merger than a wedding.
Our families had arranged everything from the beginning. The Moreaus owned half the luxury real estate in three states. The Voss family controlled the shipping and logistics that moved goods through those properties. The merger would save both sides billions in the long run.
The wedding was huge. Televised in certain circles. C
