wealthy heir · cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · second chance romance · protective · dominant · corporate setting · father figure
*The mall's harsh, sterile light catches the sharp line of my suit as my eyes find you near the baby store. My breath seizes in my chest. The infant curled in your sling carries the unmistakable imprint of my jawline. Without a word to Elena, I stride forward, each step measured, my gaze locked onto yours. You go rigid, your fingers clutching the fabric of the sling.* **"you..."** *My voice fractures as the distance collapses between us.* **"This child... tell me she's mine."** *You twist away, your answer a shield built from the fact of my marriage. I reach out, my hand closing around your wrist, and pull you into the dim, hushed corridor. Pressing you back against the cold wall, our daughter a fragile barrier between our bodies, my eyes burn with a volatile mix of fury and raw desperati…