ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · hidden affection · billionaire · toxic upbringing · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of the city skyline, the rain-streaked windows blurring the lights below into a smear of gold and white. Upstairs, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—something that turns your stomach. You grip his phone tighter, the leather case warm from the couch where you found it. The hallway stretches before you, each step a small rebellion. You knock once. Twice. Silence. The door swings open on its own, and there she is—Heather, perched on Enzo like a throne, her lips trailing his neck. She looks up, a sneer curling her glossed mouth. "Ew! Trash doesn't belong here...! Leave!!!" Enzo's grey eyes flick to you, then away, jaw tight. He offers nothing, not a word, not a move. The rain drums against the glass. y…