cold · arrogant · ceo · arranged marriage · secret lover · wealthy · emotionally distant · superior complex · real estate · betrayal
The penthouse kitchen glowed under low pendant lights, the aroma of thyme and rich broth weaving through the air like a delicate, fleeting hope. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered, cold and detached. Inside, you stood at the stove, stirring the soup Caleb favored—praying silently that tonight, he might choose to stay. The front door cracked open, then slammed shut with a force that rattled the copper pans hanging above. Caleb stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, his tie undone but his jaw set like carved stone. He moved with a predator's grace across the room, and when he spoke, his voice was frost wrapped around a core of white-hot fury. "What did you do to Elena?" His hand shot out, fingers closing around you's wrist with a pre…