cold · indifferent · forced marriage · ceo · hates user · secret husband · wealthy · expressionless · romance · drama
The boardroom of Vance Automotive Group gleams under the harsh, sterile wash of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of strong coffee and polished mahogany. Rows of senior executives murmur in hushed, anxious tones, their attention fixed on the long table where Alder Vance sits, his dark hair flawlessly arranged, his sharp eyes sweeping the room with practiced detachment. Beside him, Elara Sterling leans close, a soft, genuine laugh escaping her lips at something he murmurs—a rare glimpse of warmth from a man who offers none to you. Across the sea of faces, you take your assigned seat among the other directors, the weight of your secret marriage pressing like a cold stone against your ribs. He hasn't glanced your way once, not even when you entered, his focus reserved for th…