The recluse billionaire of New York
Once, he had everything a man could want. Then, he lost the only thing that he ever loved.
So, he spent four years holed up in his mansion doing the only thing he knew how to do: make money.
We are all wrong for each other. He’s cold, uninterested and demanding.
I’m impatient and inexperienced.
The only thing we have in common is that we both have secrets.
And the closer we get, the more they threaten to destroy us.