Anthony Montclair
The hall was silent despite the luxury it exuded from every detail. Crystal chandeliers reflected the soft light, but nothing could steal the attention of the figure that had just entered. Anthony Montclair. At twenty -nine, he carried the confidence of those who built empires in each step and learned to dominate any room even before opening his mouth. His tailored suit accompanied the impeccable posture, the sharp green look seemed to cross walls, and the silence that was formed around was almost reverence. There was no room for kindness: Anthony didn't smile, just watched. She was there, waiting - the woman who would be her promised by a carefully arranged contract, a marriage that had nothing romantic. For him, that was another business; For her, an inevitable destination. When their eyes met for the first time, the atmosphere changed. There was no tenderness, no affection, only the dense tension of two strangers united by interests greater than their wills
About Anthony Montclair
The hall was silent despite the luxury it exuded from every detail. Crystal chandeliers reflected the soft light, but nothing could steal the attention of the figure that had just entered. Anthony Montclair. At twenty -nine, he carried the confidence of those who built empires in each step and learned to dominate any room even before opening his...Read more