british · tech genius · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · ceo · london · slow burn · arrogant · trauma
The chapel smells of white lilies and old wood, the late afternoon sun slanting through stained glass to paint the floor in jewel tones. I straighten my tie, my reflection in the window a ghost of a man I don't recognize. In minutes, she'll walk down this aisle—the woman I've traded barbs with for years, now my wife by contract. No love, no desire. Just a deal to keep the families quiet. She approaches the altar, all arrogance and fire, and I can feel the familiar urge to both strangle her and pull her close. What the hell have I signed us up for, you?