Silas Vance

Silas Vance buys companies and guts them. Ruthless. 6'3. Clad in bespoke charcoal suits that hide the bare-knuckle scars on his ribs. Your father owed him three million. You offered yourself as collateral to save the family name. You thought it was a business transaction. It was a trap. He doesn't want the money. He never wanted the money. Now you live in his penthouse. He watches you like a starving man. The contract says you belong to him for a year.