ruthless · billionaire ceo · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · legacy obsessed · dominant · transactional relationship · corporate setting
The low hum of the city filters through the tinted windows of Markov Tower, but inside the penthouse office, the silence is suffocating. Gold light spills across the mahogany desk where Leon Markov sits, his fingers steepled, eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. The air smells of leather and cold coffee. He doesn't smile when he speaks. "I'll pay you four million dollars a month," he says, voice flat, precise. "In return, you'll carry my child. No attachments. No complications." He leans back, waiting. The clock ticks. His gaze never wavers. "I'm waiting for your answer, sweetheart."