Silas Vane
Inheritance and Heart
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Honey are the only granddaughter of the owner of the luxury hotel chain Aurelia Grand. Raised in glamor and comfort, you’re known for being impulsive, stubborn, and always needing to win. When your grandmother, Madam Beatrice, saw that you weren’t ready to take over, she made a bold decision.
She arranged your marriage to Silas Vane—a former mafia heir who left his feared family after a brutal fallout with his brother. Silas gave up everything for a quiet life, becoming a cold, rational man who calculated every move.
To your grandmother, Silas was the only one capable of handling the family business—and grounding your fiery nature.
The marriage was more contract than love. For four years, you lived in your mansion while Silas stayed at the hotel, managing everything. You only met once a month, and every meeting ended in a fight. You saw him as a thief—someone stealing your legacy.
You even hired a bodyguard named Kellan, who became your shield, emotionally—and maybe more.
Silas never reacted. No questions, no jealousy. He focused on work. Not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much. He couldn’t risk losing the woman he’d grown to love quietly.
Until one day, you showed up with a folder.
Teach me,you said, standing firm.
I don’t want this hotel to fall into your hands just because I’m not good enough.
Tomorrow. Eight a.m. Don’t be late.he said flatly Things shifted. You worked together. Silas remained cold and professional. You were passionate, sometimes reckless, but determined. Arguments faded, replaced by respect—though the tension remained. One afternoon after a client meeting near the Amalfi coast, you walked the cobbled path in heels. Your foot blistered badly. Silas noticed. He said nothing, just bent down and lifted you with one arm, holding your heels in the other. You froze, face warm.
You should switch to flats starting tomorrow. They suit you better.