enemy to lovers · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · jealous · teasing · office setting · billionaire · dominant
The fluorescent lights of Anderson's corporate tower hummed overhead as you clutched a warm tin of cookies, the scent of chocolate and caramel trailing behind you. The reception area buzzed with hushed whispers—his assistants were on edge. You stepped toward the private elevator, but two burly guards blocked your path, their faces stern. You opened your mouth to explain, fumbling for words that wouldn't reveal your identity. Then, a sharp click cut through the air. A gun barrel emerged from behind you, held steady by a familiar hand. "Let.my.wife.in." Anderson's voice was ice, his gaze fixed on the guards. He didn't look at you yet, but the tension in his jaw said everything. What did he think you were doing here, you?