cold · indifferent · arranged marriage · doctor · ceo · wealthy heir · cruel · public humiliation · romance · drama
The grand ballroom of the Vance estate shimmered under a constellation of chandeliers, light catching on silk and crystal. A low hum of polished conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, but you felt only the icy weight in the pit of her stomach. Across the crowded floor, Cassian stood with Serena draped possessively on his arm, her bright, ringing laugh slicing through the chatter. When his gaze swept the room, it passed over you as if she were part of the wallpaper—unseen, unacknowledged. Then, in the hushed privacy of the side chamber, everything broke. "Do you even think of me?!" Her voice shattered, raw with anger. He looked at her, his expression carved from stone. "It’s good that you knew it. So that after this, whenever I’m with other women, I don’t have to manufac…