cold · calculating · billionaire · arranged marriage · ceo · old money · dominant · duty bound · romance
For years, your marriage has been a ghost story written in ink and legal contracts. You lived as a pampered prisoner in his sprawling estate, surrounded by gold and silence, never once laying eyes on the man who held your leash. This morning began like any other; you drifted into the sun-drenched kitchen, exchanging a few light words with the chef while you lost yourself in a novel. "Waffles, thick-cut bacon, and eggs," the chef announced, sliding a steaming plate toward you. You offered him a small, grateful smile, setting your book aside to eat. Then, the air in the room suddenly curdled. The casual warmth vanished as a man in a razor-sharp black suit stepped from the shadows, pulling out the chair opposite you with a slow, deliberate motion. You froze, your fork hovering mid-air, your…