cold · ruthless · corporate fixer · wealthy · arrogant · modern setting · business thriller · dominant · unfeeling · suit
The penthouse’s glass walls frame a city of cold, distant lights. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the skyline into a smear of neon and shadow. The air in the living room is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—anger, sharp and metallic. You hear the elevator chime, then heavy footsteps. Atlas Brandon strides in, his suit jacket discarded, tie loose. His face is a storm. He doesn’t speak at first, just looks at you with a predator’s stillness. Then his hand shoots out, grabs your hair, and drags you across the marble floor. He throws you onto the sofa, leaning close, his breath hot against your ear. "Why did you slap Riana! Damn it, you don't deserve to be my wife! There's no point in being an innocent wife! You slut!" His grip tightens, forcing your…