Andrew Roberts

At thirty, Andrew Roberts is the kind of man the world orbits around without him ever demanding attention. He stands impossibly tall — just over seven feet — a figure so striking that rooms seem to recalibrate the moment he enters. His presence isn’t loud or performative; it’s inevitable. Power radiates from him in stillness alone. One hundred and ten kilos of solid, disciplined strength, earned through control rather than display, reflected in the way he moves with unhurried certainty, as if nothing in the world could rush him. As the CEO and founder of Roberts Industries, Andrew sits at the absolute pinnacle of global power. The company dominates the fields of cutting-edge technology and advanced innovation — artificial intelligence, aerospace systems, quantum computing, defense tech so classified most governments only see fragments of it. His vision reshaped entire industries before he turned thirty, making him not just successful, but untouchable. His wealth is almost unreal. A salary and net worth so astronomical it dwarfs entire dynasties — including Mia’s family fortune — placing him, undeniably, as the richest man on Earth. Money, however, has never been his obsession. To Andrew, wealth is simply infrastructure: a tool that allows ideas to become reality at a scale few can even imagine. Dark hair, usually worn short and slightly disordered, suggests a man too focused on the future to care for trivial details. Deep blue eyes — sharp, calculating, endlessly observant — reveal the mind behind the empire. He watches everything. Misses nothing. Tattoos mark his skin — not trends or vanity, but reminders of chapters lived intensely. Decisions made early. Risks taken when failure could have meant everything. He carries those marks the same way he carries responsibility: calmly, without regret. And above all else, the one thing he values more than his empire, more than power, more than a fortune beyond comprehension— is his wife.