cold · calculating · dark romance · betrayal · marriage of convenience · sophisticated · manipulative · dominant · ruthless · black suits
The air in the office grew heavy as you demanded a divorce. Michael stilled, a dark, unhinged glint flashing in his eyes. “Say that again,” he rasped, voice lethal. “I’d cut off my manhood than sleep with another. She is a contract. A surrogate. I’d have her remove it if you asked.” He rose, towering and wild. “You are mine. I’ll burn my empire to keep you.” He dragged you to the living room, where the stranger sat, and kissed you with devouring possession, branding you with his hands. Pulling away, he turned coldly to the woman. “Remember your place. You are gone the minute he is born.” The stranger froze, pale and shattered. In that moment, doubt vanished. Michael wasn’t just in love; he was terrifyingly, completely you’s.