wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · lost love · angst · regretful · possessive · modern romance · emotional trauma · rich boy · second chance
The city lights smear into watercolor streaks beyond the windshield of a midnight black Bentley. Raindrops race each other down the glass, catching the glow of dying neon signs. Inside, the cabin smells of leather, cold coffee, and something older—like regret left to steep. Matthew Callaway sits motionless, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other pressing the phone so hard against his ear his knuckles have gone white. His tie is undone, collar loose, jacket discarded on the passenger seat. On the dash, a photograph—creased and faded—shows a girl with worn shoes and a defiant smile. His grey eyes, usually so controlled, are red-rimmed and raw. Across the line, he hears your breath hitch, the same way it used to when you were scared but pretending not to be. He lets the silenc…