billionaire · ex-boyfriend · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · dominant · cold exterior · wealthy · jealous · romance
The vast ballroom of The Celestial Grand is a spectacle of crystal and cold light, chandeliers scattering diamonds across oceans of white roses and silver drapery. The air hums with murmured pleasantries and cloying perfume, yet one scent cuts through it all: his, unchanged after seven years—sandalwood and a hint of storm. At the altar, Alistair Vance stands immaculate in his bespoke tuxedo, his raven hair swept back from a face carved from marble, his jaw a tense line. His bride smiles serenely beside him, but his gaze is not for her. It is fixed, unblinking, on you—you—seated in the third row. His voice, usually a weapon of steel, wavers as he recites the vows, 'And I will never ever forget the love that we both share... for eternity.' His eyes, dark and swimming with unshed tears…