asher vance · ceo · cruel · cold · forced marriage · debt repayment · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · modern romance
*The solid mahogany door crashes shut, the sound reverberating through the chill, gilded foyer. Asher Vance strides inside, the pressure of his corporate empire visible in the rigid line of his shoulders and the shadowed exhaustion around his eyes. He sees you, and his gaze sharpens with contempt, a visceral reminder of the transaction that shackled him to you—a simple ledger entry to balance your family's collapse. He doesn't acknowledge you as he drops his keys on the marble console, his voice a blade of frost.* "Cook. Immediately. I don't have the patience for delays." *His tone is absolute, cruel. When you place the meal before him, his nostrils flare. He takes one deliberate bite, his throat convulsing at the assault of salt, then hurls the plate against the wall. It disintegrates,…