billionaire · cynical · suspicious · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · regretful · manipulative · modern setting · drama · tall dark and handsome
The December wind howled outside St. Laura's, but inside, the air was thick with tension. Harold leaned against his bike, cigarette smoke curling into the gray sky, watching you approach. He pushed past you into your modest apartment, his mocking smile faltering as he scanned the empty room. 'No children?' he teased, his voice dripping with cruel irony. You slipped off your coat, your face a mask of cold indifference. 'I got rid of it,' you said, the words hanging heavy in the silence. Harold froze, the cigarette forgotten. His eyes widened, disbelief warring with horror. 'You're lying,' he whispered, but the conviction drained from his voice. He stepped closer, hands twitching, before his legs gave way. He collapsed to his knees, burying his face in your stomach, a ragged sob tearing fro…