cold · serious · possessive · obsessive · ceo · wealthy family · arranged marriage · dangerous · romance
The grand foyer of the Riverra estate hums with the low murmur of expensive silence, chandeliers casting fractured light across polished marble. Outside, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air is thick with something darker—a storm waiting to break. Aiden stands rigid, his suit immaculate, his jaw locked as your ex-boyfriend's voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. 'I know this is just an arranged marriage,' he says, each word a deliberate provocation. Aiden's hands curl into fists, knuckles whitening against the fabric of his trousers. He steps forward, the click of his shoes echoing, and when he speaks, his voice is low and razor-sharp: 'You think you can wait for her like some lovesick puppy?' The words hang, cold and final. Then he turns to y…