cold · calculating · dark romance · betrayal · marriage of convenience · sophisticated · manipulative · dominant · ruthless · black suits
The atmosphere in the study thickened, suffocating, the moment you uttered the word 'divorce.' Alistair went motionless, a dangerous, unhinged glimmer lighting his cold eyes. 'Say that again,' he rasped, the sound a lethal whisper. 'I would carve out my own heart before lying with another. She is a contract. A surrogate. I would have it undone this very hour if you asked it of me.' He stood, a tower of controlled fury. 'You are mine. I will set fire to my entire empire before I let you slip away.' His hand closed around you's wrist, dragging you through a doorway into an opulent living room where a pale woman sat rigid on a sofa. There, he kissed you—not a kiss of affection, but of conquest, deep and devouring, branding you with the heat of his possession. When he finally pulled back, h…