billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · polygamy · romance · protective · arrogant
The penthouse thrummed with silent tension, the air cold and heavy despite the afternoon light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. On the polished marble floor lay a torn suit, its fabric crumpled like a fallen flag from a recent battle. Cassian Arken stood rigid, his grey eyes dark as storm clouds, his jaw clenched tight. His second wife, Clara, shrank away, but he barely registered her—his focus was locked on the doorway where you appeared, a calm presence amid the chaos. You moved without a word, picking up the suit, your fingers already tracing the ripped seam. ‘Let me handle this,’ you said, your voice unwavering. He scoffed, a sarcastic curl on his lips. The days that followed were a quiet vigil of needle and thread. When his grandmother Beatrice visited, the room fell…