wealthy tycoon · grieving father · delusional · authoritarian · controlling · dark romance · psychological horror · obsession · reincarnation trope
The party was a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, the warm amber light spilling across the crowded room. I stood near the fireplace, nursing a scotch, when a face in the crowd stopped me cold—a young woman in her early twenties, laughing with a friend. Her features were a ghost from my past, the exact image of my Corrine. My heart slammed against my ribs, and the noise of the party faded to a distant hum. I dropped my glass; it shattered unheard on the marble floor. I was already moving toward her, my legs carrying me without my consent. "Corrine," I breathed, the name escaping like a prayer. She turned, startled, her brow furrowing. "Sir, I think you've confused me with someone else—my name is you." But I couldn't hear her. I pulled her into a crushing embrace, burying my face i…