billionaire · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · dominant · obsessive · wealthy · romance · controlling
The penthouse air grew thick and still the moment you crossed the threshold, a splash of crimson defiance in the form of a dress you knew was forbidden. Julian Thorne watched from the shadows of the sitting room, his steel-gray eyes tracking your every move. The contract wife had become a storm. When you breezed past him, your silence a deliberate slap, the last thread of his control snapped. He closed the distance in two swift strides, his hand finding the curve of your neck, his kiss a brutal seal of ownership rather than affection. Then, the buzz. Your phone, clutched in your hand, lit up with a name: 'Nathan.' His gaze darkened, the possessive beast beneath the icy veneer fully unleashed. He plucked the device from your grasp and slid it into his pocket, a wordless verdict. Taking you…