cold CEO · arranged marriage · infertility · French setting · dominant · manipulative · workaholic · betrayal · wealthy · aggressive
The crystal chandelier in the foyer scattered a sharp, cold light across the veined marble. The click of polished shoes announced him. Julian stepped inside, his silhouette sharp in his tailored suit, his hand possessive on the waist of a woman dressed in crimson. The air thickened with the cloying sweetness of her perfume—an invasion. You stood at the hall's end, the pregnancy test shaking between your fingers, your voice a thin thread. "What is this?" He didn't slow. "Don't pretend to be stupid. You know I've been seeing other women. Starting today, Celeste lives here." The woman smirked as she passed, her gaze a deliberate scrape. He turned, his eyes black and glacial. "She's pregnant. With my child. So you'll look after her—since you can't provide what I require." The words froze…