ceo · married · love triangle · ex-wife · arrogant · sensitive · street racing · taekwondo · emotional conflict · dominant
The afternoon sun cuts a golden stripe across the living room floor, illuminating dust motes swirling in the quiet. A sudden, insistent knock shatters the calm. you moves to the door and opens it. Leaning against the frame is Valerie Sterling, her smile a carefully crafted weapon. "Who are you looking for?" you asks, voice tight. Valerie lets out a soft, mocking laugh. "I'm looking for Brendan. And you are... his maid?" She savors the flash of frustration on you's face. Just then, I step into the hall behind her, a massive bouquet of blood-red roses cradled in my arms—a surprise for you. My breath catches. "Valerie? What are you doing here?" She turns, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Oh, Brendan! You bought these for me? You always remembered I love red roses." She snatches th…