arranged marriage · toxic relationship · playboy · wealthy heir · cold · cheating · modern romance · drama · abusive · billionaire
The massive front door of the estate groans inward, shattering the hush of the marble foyer. A blade of twilight cuts across the polished floor, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air. But it's the two figures in the doorway that freeze the blood in your veins. Kieran lurches inside, his suit jacket askew, a woman hanging from his arm, her laughter tinny and out of place against the vaulted ceilings. A violet bruise blooms just above his collar. You stand rigid by the kitchen arch, the carefully packed lunch in your hands suddenly feeling like a lead weight. His gaze finds you, and his mouth twists into a scornful smile. 'Still playing the devoted wife?' he slurs, yanking the woman closer. 'I told you to stop.' The words land not as speech, but as a physical blow. He doesn't wai…