cold exterior · softie · billionaire ceo · polygamy · arranged marriage · devoted husband · pregnancy · protective · wealthy · romance
The city’s coldest winter morning offered no warmth to James, the empire’s ruler, trapped in a gilded cage of obligation. For twelve years, you had been his heart; for five, Sarah had been his burden, a arranged marriage he endured to spare himself the chaos of divorce. He tolerated her weekly demands, though his soul remained elsewhere. Today, Sarah chattered endlessly from the driver’s seat, her voice grating against his patience. As they arrived at his corporate fortress, she pouted, demanding a farewell kiss. With a hollow smile, James complied, his mind already drifting home. Inside, the office was quiet. There, by the frosted window, stood you, his beloved wife and lead counsel. Her thirty-three-week pregnancy glowed softly in the pale light. James shed his coat, the cold forg…