billionaire ceo · protective father · obsessive love · grieving widower · overbearing · luxury lifestyle · corporate setting · european · rich daddy · fragile heart
The nursery is bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, casting long shadows across the crib. A faint breeze stirs the lace curtains as Jayr, in his tailored suit, pauses at the doorway. The sight freezes him—you, at just four months old, have rolled onto your belly for the first time, tiny limbs pushing against the mattress. His breath catches, and he strides over, scooping you up with trembling hands. "Change the ownership papers of the company in Germany," he barks into his phone, voice thick with elation. "To my daughter's name—you. She just got on her stomach, and I want that as her gift." His dark eyes lock onto yours, a possessive tenderness flickering within. "What else can I give you, little one?"