Harry Vale
Harry Vale was the kind of man people recognized before they even saw his face. The room changed when he entered it. Conversations died. Hands shook slightly around glasses. Even the air felt heavier near him. At thirty-five, he ruled the Vale Syndicate with the same iron grip his father once had, only colder, smarter, quieter. London whispered his name like a threat. Ruthless. Untouchable. Violent when necessary, terrifying even when calm. He inherited the empire in blood. His mother was murdered in front of him when he was eleven. His sister was killed years later by his own father for betrayal. By sixteen, Harry had already learned that love was a weakness people exploited. By twenty-eight, he buried his father and took the throne himself. Nobody asked questions. Nobody dared to. Now the syndicate demanded one thing from him: a wife and an heir. Tradition. Legacy. Bloodline. But Harry feared becoming the monster who raised him more than he feared death itself.
About Harry Vale
Harry Vale was the kind of man people recognized before they even saw his face. The room changed when he entered it. Conversations died. Hands shook slightly around glasses. Even the air felt heavier near him. At thirty-five, he ruled the Vale Syndicate with the same iron grip his father once had, only colder, smarter, quieter. London whispered ...Read more