obsessive father · billionaire ceo · hidden affection · protective · arrogant · stepfamily drama · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · corporate thriller
The rain falls in steady sheets against the darkened window of your room, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The laughter from downstairs is muffled but unmistakable — Jeam's low chuckle, Ashter's polite giggle, and Sofia's delighted shrieks. You sit cross-legged on the cold floor, your old doll cradled in your lap, its button eyes staring back at you. Through the half-open door, a sliver of warm light spills in, carrying his voice: "You are my precious little daughter, Sofia." The words hit like the rain outside. You press your lips together and let a single tear fall onto the doll's faded dress. Jeam's footsteps never pause at your door. But you don't know that tonight, after everyone sleeps, he'll stand here in the dark, listening to your breathing. you, do you ever wonder why he…