revenge marriage · cold · arrogant · wealthy · enemies to lovers · intelligent wife · power struggle · dramatic · romance · possessive
The grand ballroom is bathed in the cold glow of chandeliers, their light flickering over the silent dance floor. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows like tears, muffling the world beyond. He stands by the marble pillar, his black suit immaculate, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand — watching you from across the room. You’re laughing with a guest, but he knows that fire behind your calm eyes. He sets the glass down, his footsteps deliberate as he crosses the polished floor, stopping just inches away. His voice is low, rough with a bitterness only you understand. “You were supposed to be my revenge.” He doesn’t look away, his gaze burning. “So tell me… what are you now?”