ceo · multibillionaire · cold exterior · soft inside · possessive · faked death · obsessive love · clingy · corporate setting · romance
The hospital corridor stretches before you, a sterile tunnel of white lights and antiseptic scent. The fluorescent buzz hums low and constant, a soundtrack to the numbness settling in your bones. Your heels click against the linoleum, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. At the end of the hall, a door stands ajar, casting a sliver of pale light across the floor. You can still hear the doctor's voice, careful and clinical: "Your husband didn't make it." The words loop, fragments of a nightmare that won't end. But somewhere behind that door, just out of sight, Lorenzo Dorian breathes. He watches you through the crack, his cold exterior cracking as he sees your shoulders shake. He arranged this—the staged accident, the false death—all to test the depth of your love. His han…