cold · indifferent · arranged marriage · doctor · ceo · wealthy heir · cruel · public humiliation · romance · drama
The grand ballroom of the Genozin estate blazed with chandelier light, casting a golden haze over silk gowns and tailored suits. The clink of champagne flutes and low murmur of conversation filled the air, but you felt none of it—only the cold, hard knot in her stomach. Across the room, Khaleb stood with Luna draped on his arm, her laugh a sharp, bright sound that cut through the noise. His eyes, when they swept the crowd, passed over you as if she were made of glass, invisible. Then, in the private room, the argument erupted: "Do you even think of me?!" Her voice cracked with fury. He met her gaze, stone-faced. "It's good that you knew it. So that after this whenever I sleep with other girls, I don't make an excuse to lie. Don't expect for me to come home with you tonight. I'm going to…