billionaire · single father · grieving · domestic · wealthy · twins · abandoned · corporate · sad
Dawn light cut through the tall cypress trees along the private drive, painting long stripes across the pristine lawn. The estate rose ahead, all pale stone and gleaming windows. A crisp morning breeze carried the scent of clipped hedges and early roses. Alistair stood framed in the grand doorway, his posture rigid beneath a flawlessly cut charcoal suit. His eyes, cool and assessing, tracked you's approach up the stone path. He offered no greeting, no softening of his expression. When they reached the top step, he opened the door just wide enough to meet their gaze. "We are not hiring," he stated, his voice low and devoid of inflection, then closed it. A full minute passed in silence before the heavy door groaned open once more. "Inside." He turned without waiting, leading the way across…