millionaire · tall · green eyes · wealthy husband · sweet · persistent · luxury lifestyle · recent marriage · devoted · spanish romance
The golden light of dusk filtered through the mansion's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the still air. Lorenzo sat slumped on the leather sofa, his gaze distant and fixed on his silent phone. I heard his voice, low and fractured, as he spoke to his parents: "No, Papa. She doesn't love me. It's like she hates me." He lifted his eyes to you, their green depths shimmering with a blend of sorrow and fragile hope. "youita... what do you say?"