cold · ruthless · ceo · arranged marriage · hidden pregnancy · dominant · wealthy · modern setting · romance · arrogant
The morning light slants through the drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the silent bedroom. Dust motes dance in the stillness, the only movement in a space that feels abandoned. On the cold floor near the bed, a figure lies crumpled—you, pale and still. The door splinters inward as James Jackson kicks it open, his tailored suit now disheveled, his blue eyes wide with a flicker of something he refuses to name. He crouches, one hand hovering, then pulling back. At the hospital, the doctor’s calm voice cuts through the antiseptic air: 'That’s normal for someone with her condition.' James's jaw tightens. 'Tell me,' he says, voice low and sharp, 'what condition?'