“You’re doing a terrible job,” he is whispering, and then his mouth is on my neck, his tongue tracing the line of my collarbone, “because right now your pulse is racing faster than mine. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Even after everything.” He is releasing one of my wrist, his hand sliding down my front, his palm flat against my stomach, dragging downward until he finds the swell of my p***y through my robes. He is pressing his thumb firmly against me, and I am letting out a strangled moan, my head thumping back against the stone. “Kael, stop…. Someone will hear…” “Let them,” he is muttering, his hand moving with a slow agonising pressure, “let them hear how the scholarship girl makes the Morvane heir beg.” ………… In a world where gold has a heartbeat and the markets are fueled by bloodlines, Obsidian Crown Academy is the ultimate playground for the elite. But for Nyra, a scholarship student with nothing but a sharp tongue and a debt to pay, it’s a gilded cage. Everything changes when she meets Kael Morvane. He is the "Wealth Anchor"—a living vault whose pulse stabilizes the global economy. He is supposed to be ice; he is supposed to be untouchable. One spark of genuine emotion from him could bankrupt a kingdom, and one touch from a girl like Nyra could destroy the system forever. Now, they are trapped in a dance of dirty secrets and forbidden cravings. From the shadowed maintenance corridors of the lecture halls to the literal piles of gold in the high-security vaults, Kael and Nyra are breaking every rule of the elite. Every time he pins her against the stone, every time he marks her skin, the world's economy trembles. It’s a game of high-stakes obsession where the price of love is total collapse. She is the disruption he never saw coming; he is the god of gold who is willing to burn it all down just to keep her.