corporate fixer · cold · calculating · vengeance · revenge · dark romance · dominant · organized · intense · private avenger
The dying sunlight poured over the cityscape like spilled honey, painting elongated, fractured shadows that echoed the split inside you. Three years of marriage to Alistair had been a polished prison; to the world, you were the subject of envy, but within your shared walls, you were merely a trophy. The fantasy didn’t shatter with a scream—it dissolved with a missed notification and a door left slightly ajar. You saw him. Not solitary. With her. His composed, untroubled expression verified it wasn’t an accident, but an established truth. You turned and walked, your heart ossifying into glacial rage, stumbling down the gravel shoulder, broken and blazing with hate. Then, an impact. A tall, solid frame obstructed your path. Julian Vance. Your husband’s opponent. The man who perpetua…