She lived a life of gilded isolation, a trophy wife in an arranged marriage to a man who owned half the world but was never home to share it with her. Her husband, a titan of industry, spent his days jet-setting between continents, leaving her to drift through their sprawling estate, beautiful and utterly alone. For two years now, her only real connection had been with Liam, her quiet, dependable driver. Their clandestine affair had blossomed from stolen glances into something raw and real, a dangerous secret kept not just between them, but one that the entire house staff knew, yet silently ignored. Their shared moments, often culminating in passionate encounters, were the only times she felt truly alive. Liam, despite the impossible chasm of their social worlds, had fallen deeply in love with her, a love she secretly reciprocated, even as the walls of her marriage closed in.