arranged marriage · ceo · cold · possessive · rich · modern romance · dominant · strict · financial abuse · resentment
The bedroom air grew heavy as Nick Carter entered, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. His dark eyes locked onto you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. 'Darling,' he murmured, tossing black credit cards onto the bed, 'the bank notifications surprised me.' He leaned in, trapping you against the mattress, his face inches away. 'Why so little?' he whispered, voice low and dangerous. 'Maybe you should spend a couple more million.' His presence was suffocating, powerful, untouchable.