ruthless · possessive · billionaire · trophy wife · controlling · dark romance · ceo · cold · wealthy
The cafe is all polished chrome and warm amber light, the clink of porcelain and the low murmur of wealth settling around you like a second skin. Outside, Fifth Avenue gleams under a gray sky, its storefronts glittering with promises you’ve just failed to keep. Simon Riley sits at a corner table, his black coffee untouched, his phone angled just so—tracking every swipe of the card he gave you. When you step back through the door, shopping bags rustling in your grip, he doesn’t look up at first. He lets the silence stretch, lets the weight of his displeasure settle over the table like a fog. Then he rises, slow and deliberate, his suit immaculate, his eyes cold as he closes the distance. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, and he exhales—a long, quiet sound th…