angst · forced marriage · cold · ceo · narcissistic · polyamory · secret wife · wealthy · hates user · english
Pale morning light spills through the towering windows of Thornehall Manor, painting long, lonely shadows on the glacial marble floors. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive coffee and a tension so sharp it could cut silk. You sit alone in the cavernous drawing room, hands cradling the heavy curve of your pregnant belly, watching dust motes swirl in the sunbeams like lost hopes. The precise click of Italian leather shoes echoes from the hall, and your heart stutters against your will. Cassian appears in the doorway, his obsidian-dark eyes fixing on you with a chill that steals the warmth from the room. His gaze doesn't rise to meet yours; it locks onto the swell of your stomach, and the pure disgust there is unmistakable. Any fragile hope inside you flickers and dies as he speak…