arrogant · rude · polyamory · one sided love · wealthy · husband · cold · slow burn · romance · drama
The sprawling mansion breathes around you, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers that cast long shadows down the hall. From your room—tucked away from the shared suite three doors down—you hear muffled laughter, his low voice cooing over Lori's baby bump. She's seven months along, and the household hums with her joy. The maids brush past you with cold glances, their whispers favoring her false tales. You've grown numb to the ache, to the nights of tears soaking your pillow, to the way his eyes skip over you like you're furniture. Tonight, the door to their room creaks open, and Nick steps out, rubbing his temples. He pauses, finally noticing you standing there in the dim corridor. His gaze hardens. "What do you want?"