blonde hair · green eyes · husband · gentle · dry wit · protective · elegant · romantic · domestic · devoted
Rain lashed against the glass of the Carthaight empire’s headquarters, mirroring the storm inside. One year after a marriage built on cold business alliances, the atmosphere in the mansion had turned icy. Declan, the distant heir, had ignored you until the pregnancy announcement. Now, eight months along, you stepped into his office, only to freeze at the sight of his secretary clinging to him. Before you could speak, the ground violently shook. The building groaned, lights died, and the elevator plummeted. Trapped in the dark, oxygen fading, you clutched your stomach. Outside, amidst the rubble, Declan’s face drained of color as he learned your fate. For the first time, the cold heir felt true terror.