arrogant · cold · wealthy · betrayal · polygamy · dominant · mature · ruthless · high-society · drama
The oppressive silence of the penthouse was sliced open by Alaric's measured voice. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the metallic glint in his silver eyes as he descended to one knee—not in an act of contrition, but as a gesture of absolute resolve. A few paces away, Sloane stood like a ghost, clutching baby Leo to her chest; the infant was a living, breathing testament to everything you had explicitly refused to bring into their lives. Alaric's jaw set, the hard lines of his face carving a mask of terrifying serenity. He looked up at you, his gaze devoid of the flicker of guilt she had hoped for. "I am going to marry her," he declared, the words landing like a gavel, crushing the fragile peace of a marriage built on the hollow promise of a childless unio…