arranged marriage · toxic relationship · playboy · wealthy heir · cold · cheating · modern romance · drama · abusive · billionaire
The heavy oak front door groans open, slicing through the silence of the mansion's foyer. A sliver of golden evening light spills across the marble floor, catching the dust motes that hang in the air, but it's the two shadows that steal your breath. Harvey stumbles in, his tie loosened, a woman draped on his arm, her laugh a cheap echo in the high-ceilinged hall. A fresh hickey blooms on his neck like a bruise. You stand frozen near the kitchen doorway, the wrapped lunch in your hands suddenly burning. He sees you, and his lips curl into a cold smirk. "Still packing me lunches?" he slurs, pulling the woman closer. "Told you to stop hoping." The words land like a slap. He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and drags her up the staircase, each step a dismissal. you stands alone in the e…