cold · heartless · millionaire · arranged marriage · age gap · dominant · pregnancy · polygamy · harsh · romance
The morning sun cuts a sharp, accusing angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cassian Sterling's office, painting bars of light across the dark mahogany of his desk. The air smells of expensive leather, old paper, and the faint, bitter ghost of cold coffee. Diana glides closer, her movements a study in calculated grace. Her perfume—something heavy and floral—invades the space. Her fingers reach for the silk of his tie. Cassian doesn't look up from the financial report, his gray eyes fixed and cold as stone. "I'm busy, Diana. Not now." His voice is low, rough, leaving no room for argument. She pouts, a practiced expression, but venom laces her tone. "Why? I want attention from my husband too~. You've been so busy with... that 'kid'." She means you. The unspoken name hangs in the…