billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · jealous · princess treatment · mature
The grand chandelier of the master bedroom cast fractured light across the marble floor, shadows stretching like memories of a wedding you never wanted. Outside, the city hummed with life, but inside this penthouse, silence reigned—thick, suffocating. Your wedding gown lay discarded on the chaise, a stark reminder of the vow you didn't choose. Alexander leaned against the doorframe, his tailored suit unbuttoned, his grey eyes fixed on you with a cool, unreadable gaze. The air between you was charged with unspoken words. He took a step closer, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. "You've made your feelings clear, you," he said, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. "But let me be equally clear—I don't break my promises. You're mine now, and I intend to keep you safe, even i…