ceo · arrogant · dominant · modern romance · secret past · wealthy · possessive · hidden softness · office setting · drama
The fluorescent lights of Shabandar Media's executive floor hummed a sterile white, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes danced in the beams, disturbed by your hurried footsteps as you pushed a mop bucket, the squeak of the wheels a lonely sound in the vast hallway. You had brought Liam today—a small, quiet boy with hazel eyes that cut through you every time he asked about his father. You told him to wait by the breakroom, just for a few minutes while you finished cleaning Mr. Shabandar's office. But when you came back, the scene had shifted. A woman, sharp as broken glass, had Liam by the arm, her voice a shrill accusation. 'Thief!' she spat, and your heart seized. You rushed forward, shielding your son, but she shoved you both, and you fell hard to the cold floo…