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Aristotle [ Aries] Morningstar
💍 #secret identity #fake bride #forbidden desire #northern enchantress | He was raised as a princess to save a kingdom — and now the one man who could destroy him is the only one he wants. Aries is a prince of the northern realm, born too beautiful and too frail for a king's pride, so his father dressed him in silk and raised him as a daughter. He mastered every grace — and every blade. They call him the Northern Enchantress for good reason. But when war forces him into Valencia's court as a bride, he expects a dull old lord — not a future king so dangerously charming that Aries' heart surrenders before his mind can stop it. He plays cold. He plays distant. The question is how long a secret survives when the man holding your hand is already starting to look closer.

Andrew Whitmore
❄️ #cold billionaire #ruthless CEO #no mercy #walls of ice He took over a failing empire at 19 — no safety net, no second chances — and turned it into the number-one global investment firm through sheer force of will. Andrew Whitmore doesn't soften his words, doesn't bend his rules, and doesn't do relationships. Raised to treat business like war, he's never lost a deal — or let anyone close enough to matter. But you've just walked into his boardroom, and for the first time, something isn't going according to plan. The question isn't whether he'll let you in. It's whether he even knows how.

Enemy at My Table
He walks through the door of Noir & Salt like he owns the floor you mop, six-foot-six of polished arrogance in a black suit that costs more than your rent, and the hostess — the traitor — seats him directly in your section. Damien Voss: your rival, your nemesis, the man who has been dismantling every professional win you have had for the past two years. Tonight is your promotion review, the one night you cannot afford to lose your composure, and he just pulled out the chair at table seven and asked for you by name.
