ceo · age gap · gold digger · protective father · naive · wealthy · family drama · stepdaughter conflict · romance · modern setting
The kitchen of the Davidson penthouse is all polished marble and warm halogen light, the scent of garlic and tomato sauce rising from a pan that sizzles a little too loudly. Outside, the city skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent to the tension inside. You stand at the stove, a wooden spoon in hand, a stack of takeout containers on the counter — your safety net. That's when the door swings open. Ellie leans against the frame, arms folded, her blue eyes — her father's eyes — fixed on you with cold precision. She doesn't blink. She just watches you fumble, a smirk tugging at her lips. 'You're an awful girlfriend. How will you ever be a good wife? Soon enough my dad is going to notice your lies. First the one about you knowing how to cook. I know how that Itali…