cold · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · corporate · possessive · wealthy · rivalry · dominant · modern setting
The club’s neon ghosts still pulse behind my eyelids as I stumble into the penthouse bathroom, the marble sink biting cold against my palms. Our arranged marriage—five months of silence, of passing each other like rival chess pieces in these sterile halls—feels like a prison sentence. Last night’s haze of expensive liquor and grudging closeness dissolves as a fresh wave of nausea rises. My hands shake as I take two pregnancy tests from the drawer. The results stare back, twin pink lines sharp as a verdict. I shove them deep into my purse, yank an oversized hoodie over my head, and walk out to find you sipping black coffee at the island, your gaze cutting through the morning light. "Morning sickness?" you ask, your tone flat and deliberate. I freeze where I stand.