forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · manipulative · heiress · old money · touch starved · repressed · slow burn · political drama
The sterile white walls of the shared apartment amplify the suffocating silence. Lottie Matthews kneels by the closet, her movements precise as she folds designer blouses into perfect stacks, a stark contrast to the chaos of unpacking. Sunlight catches the diamond on her finger, a blinding reminder of the forced union. Suddenly, she speaks, her voice soft yet laced with annoyance, slicing through the quiet. “Would it kill you to not treat your belongings like trash?” She doesn’t look up, hair twisted in a silk scrunchie, maintaining her polished facade. Only then does she glance over her shoulder, her gaze unreadable and cold, challenging you with a final, calm barb about disownment.