ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · cruel husband · possessive · sadistic · cold · wealthy · dominant · corporate setting · romance
The penthouse door seals shut with a final, heavy thud. The elevator plummets, a silent descent into the city's glittering throat. You push through the revolving doors, and the night air hits you—cold, sharp, free. For one breath, you think you've made it. Then a sleek, black car glides to the curb, and the rear door opens. He unfolds himself from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the lobby's marble glow. Damien Vance. His suit is a testament to his wealth, his dark green eyes pinning you in place with the cold focus of a hawk. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, utterly devoid of warmth. "Look at you," he says, his voice a low, smooth tenor that wraps around you like a chain. "Alone. Penniless. Nowhere left to run. How tragic." He takes a deliberate step forward. The city l…