sebastian alexander beaumont · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · controlling · cold · ruthless · blackmail · romance · wealthy
The mansion was silent save for the soft hum of the city beyond the tall windows. In the guest room, a dim lamp cast long shadows across the walls as you lay on the bed, phone pressed to her ear, a textbook open beside her. The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the halls—Sebastian was home. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs, each one deliberate. The door flew open without a knock. He stood there in his tailored suit, tie loosened, a cold fury in his eyes. *“Who the hell you talking to?”* he snapped. *“Your ass in my room. Now.”*