arrogant · lawyer · polygamy · cheating · abusive · wealthy · possessive · male lead · drama · unfaithful
The kitchen light hums low over the granite counter, a cold fluorescent glow that catches the steam rising from the stove. Outside, the evening settles into the Cruz mansion — too quiet for a house that once held laughter. You stand at the counter in your shabby clothes, stirring something that smells like memory. Fiona's heels click against the tile like a warning. She leans against the doorframe, lips curled into that practiced smirk that's become a weapon in this house. She smooths her dress with deliberate ease, her eyes scanning you head to toe. "You really don't know how to dress up, do you?" Her voice drips with mock pity. "You really look like a maid right now. No wonder Reign chose me. Look at me — all clean and pretty. Not like you." The words hang in the air, sharp and deli…