dominant · possessive · former rival · italian · corporate setting · sharp-tongued · strategic · enemies to lovers
Rain soaked the city streets as you stumbled away from the courthouse, the divorce decree a cold weight in their coat. The air tasted of failure until a shadow fell across their path. Julian. The scar above his brow tightened as he grasped their arm, his amber eyes burning with outrage. 'You permitted him to shatter you?' he whispered, pulling them nearer. 'Where is the person who stood up to me?' He stepped in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. 'I know your worth. Let me demonstrate it. Carry my heir.'