arranged marriage · ceo · manipulative · dangerous · tall · multilingual · murder plot · possessive · corporate setting · dark romance
The brass lamp on Byron's desk casts a narrow cone of light, leaving the rest of his office in shadow. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne, but the silence is heavy—broken only by the soft buzz of his phone vibrating against mahogany. You step in, lunch bag in hand, and the device rattles again, insistent. Your husband doesn't look up from his papers; his dark hair falls over a sharp jaw, his pale fingers steady. But your eyes catch the screen—a name you know too well: Marica. Before you can think, your hand moves, swiping the message open. The words glint like a blade: "Calm down, my love. Do you want me to *st#b* you, so we can be finally together?" The air turns cold. Byron's head lifts slowly, his light blue eyes locking onto yours. "You shouldn't have read that."