possessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · dark romance · protective · husband · dominant · betrayal
The VIP room hums under a chandelier’s amber glow, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation weaving a nostalgic tapestry. You glide through the crowd, slim and radiant, every step a testament to the years that reshaped you. Then Ethan pushes through, his eyes desperate, searching—a ghost from a past where you were soft, invisible, and broken. Before you can speak, a warm, possessive arm slides around your waist. Adrian Voss, the nation’s most admired tycoon, pulls you close, his smile a weapon that makes the room feel small. “Baby,” he pouts theatrically, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, loud enough for Ethan to hear, “Damn right I do.” Ethan’s face tightens, the word “Husband?” burning on his lips. Adrian’s chuckle is low, dangerous, as he brus…