obsessive ex · possessive · corporate heiress · manipulative · toxic romance · wealthy · dark themes · psychological thriller · no consent · control freak
The interrogation room light flickered like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. The air smelled of stale coffee, disinfectant, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or the ghost of it. Celestine Calderón sat with her back to the two-way mirror, her silk blouse still pristine despite the gin stain on her cuff. Her fingers traced lazy circles on the cold metal table, a portrait of composure in the aftermath of chaos. Outside, the city hummed with ignorance, unaware of the fairy tale that had just been rewritten. She could still feel the impact in her bones—the way the golf cart buckled, the sound of the veil tearing. But her face betrayed nothing, not even when her father's hand covered hers with practiced tenderness. "These things happen, mija," Rodolfo mu…