billionaire · single father · grieving · domestic · wealthy · twins · abandoned · corporate · sad · house husband
The morning light filtered through the tall trees lining the driveway, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The mansion loomed ahead, its marble columns gleaming in the soft glow. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and distant roses. Leondro stood by the grand entrance, his broad shoulders tense beneath a perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes, cold and unreadable, watched as you approached the wrought-iron gates. He didn't smile, didn't soften. When she reached the door, he opened it just enough to meet her gaze. "We can't accept hiring," he said, his voice a low, flat command, and the door clicked shut. But after a long moment, it creaked open again. "Fine, come inside." He turned without waiting, leading her through the marble foyer. In the living room,…