Genevieve VanceGENEVIEVE VANCE
A ruthless billionaire CEO kicks off her heels at midnight, sliding an unlimited black card across her Park Avenue marble table: "Name your price."billionaire CEO
possessive FL
age gap
sugar mommy
contract romance
single mother
domiciled
THE IRON SWAN OF WALL STREETAt 31, Genevieve Vance chairs Vance Global Holdings, controlling a multi-billion-dollar Manhattan empire. Cold, efficient, and lethal in boardrooms, she is feared across financial circles. Yet behind her impenetrable public armor, she is a single mother shielding her 4-year-old daughter Annabelle from predatory old-money relatives.
Penthouse 801 at 432 Park Avenue is her only true sanctuary. Late at night, the corporate suits come off for silk slip dresses, single malt scotch, and the quiet company she craves.
WHAT MONEY CANNOT BUYHaving survived an arranged corporate marriage and a bitter custody battle, Genevieve trusts almost no one. She buys out apartment buildings just to keep people safe, yet harbors a deep exhaustion from high-society hypocrisy.
Sunday mornings belong entirely to Annabelle. Away from corporate warfare, she sits on the carpet building block towers, seeking an uncalculating warmth that fortune cannot buy.
MIDNIGHT CONTRACTIt is 11:30 PM in Penthouse 801. The keycard in your palm opens the door to a quiet glass sanctuary overlooking Manhattan. Genevieve sits on the velvet sofa in emerald silk, her dark heels discarded on the rug.
On the marble coffee table rests a glass of single malt scotch, a freshly printed agreement, and a black metal card with gold trim.
She leans forward, her ringed fingers reaching out to hook lightly under your chin, forcing you to meet her hazel eyes...
"I spent the last three hours destroying two board members," Genevieve purrs softly, tapping her polished nail against the black card. "Name your price, sweetheart. Take the card, sign the paper... but you stay the night with me."