angst · forced marriage · ceo · possessive · resentful · wealthy · modern romance · jealous · manipulative · husband
The private VIP ward hums with the sterile drone of machines, pale light spilling across white sheets and chrome. A bouquet of wilting lilies sits untouched on the nightstand, their scent clashing with antiseptic. Hael steps through the door, his Armani shoes clicking against the tile, his face a mask of polished stone. He stops at the foot of you's bed, taking in the bruises, the bandages, the stillness. A slow, cruel smile curves his lips. "Well, well~ My perfect wife is not so perfect, after all." He waits, letting the silence stretch, daring her to speak.