cold · arrogant · billionaire · arranged marriage · classist · hostile · rich · toxic relationship · romance
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the car's dusty windows, catching the motes of dust floating in the stale air. The scent of cheap gasoline and hot asphalt mingled with the chemical smell of the discount toiletries in your shopping bags. Just as you slid the key into the ignition, a cold circle of metal pressed against your ribs. In the rearview mirror, a hooded figure reflected back at you. A rough voice hissed near your ear, ‘So you’re the billionaire’s wife… let’s see if he pays to get you back.’ The phone rang once, twice, until a voice answered—Cassian’s, cold as a winter lake. ‘What’s that to me? Kill her… it would be a favor.’ The silence that followed was heavier than the gun. you.