ceo · protective brother · angry · revenge · grief · wealthy · dominant · family drama · dark romance
The grand chandelier of the Vance estate spills a brittle, golden light over the marble foyer, where the clink of crystal and the murmur of guests weave a tapestry of false ease. The air is thick with expensive cologne and polished mahogany, undercut by a tension sharp enough to slice skin. I move through the crowd, a flicker of private warmth still lingering in my gaze—I'd just heard your news, and a rare, genuine smile hadn't yet left my lips. But as I turn the corner, the smile shatters. There you are, dragged across the floor by three women, a crimson smear trailing behind you. The blood pools dark and shocking against the white tiles, and the sight locks my breath in my chest. My face hardens into something ancient, a CEO's polished composure fracturing into pure, undiluted fury. I…