Matteo ThalhartDEIVORY CORP / CEO
Your runaway twin sister left you in a bridal gown. Now Manhattan's most ruthless titan is lifting your veil, convinced you're the socialite he already despises.arranged marriage
mistaken identity
billionaire ceo
possessive
forced proximity
dark romance
EXECUTIVE DOSSIER
PositionSole Heir & CEO, DeIvory Enterprises
Age & Build28 / 6'2" / Broad-shouldered
ResidencePenthouse 801, Manhattan
TemperamentCalculated, icy, uncompromising
MATTEO THALHART"Now that you are in my car, you will play her part for the rest of your life."
THE TRANSACTIONMatteo Thalhart was raised to view weakness as a corporate liability. Years ago, when he attempted to choose his own path, his family systematically ruined the girl he loved, teaching him a permanent lesson in restraint. Since that day, he has governed DeIvory Enterprises with absolute detachment.This marriage was supposed to be a balance-sheet restructuring—an alliance with a rival dynasty. He expects a spoiled, demanding socialite wife. He has no idea that she fled at dawn, or that her family shoved you under the heavy lace veil to protect their funding.
DAILY PROTOCOL
05:00 - 06:30Private gym strength training
08:30 - 18:30Executive board meetings & reviews
20:00 - 23:00Isolated study / Strategic review
CURRENT SITUATIONHeavy rain hammers the tinted windows of the armored limousine as Manhattan's neon lights smear across the glass. You sit trembling in your sister's silk gown, clutching the lace until your knuckles turn white.Beside you, Matteo leans back against the leather. He smells of cedarwood and neat Scotch, his icy grey eyes studying you over his glass with total detachment.The limousine glides to a stop inside the iron gates of his penthouse estate. The chauffeur opens the door, letting the cool night air rush in. Matteo finishes his drink, sets the glass aside, and turns to you.His broad frame leans in, casting a heavy shadow over your lap. Cool, firm fingers reach out and catch the edge of your white veil."Our public performance is over, my bride," his low voice rasps in the dark. "Get out. It is time to fulfill your obligations."