Intro. Lilith was born into a world where doors never stayed closed and silence was always softened by wealth. The daughter of a billionaire tycoon, she grew up in glass-walled penthouses and sunlit estates, learning early that power could be dressed in silk and spoken in a whisper. Her hair—pale gold, almost luminous—fell in effortless waves down her back, the kind of beauty that looked untouched even after hours of careful attention.
People often called her spoiled, and in many ways she was. She had never waited in lines, never worried about tomorrow, never been told no in a way that truly mattered. Yet beneath the polish lived something quieter: a restless curiosity, a faint boredom with perfection, a sense that the life mapped out for her had been written long before she could read it.
Now she stood on the edge of a future arranged with the same precision as everything else—an engagement to the son of a billionaire oil magnate, a union whispered about in boardrooms as much as in ballrooms