ceo · arranged marriage · secret wife · possessive · tsundere · office setting · past trauma · dominant · dark romance · protective
The ballroom blazes with chandelier light, champagne flutes clinking like wind chimes over a murmur of laughter. I stand by the pool’s edge, my formal gown clinging damp after James pulled me from the water. Across the terrace, Richard—my husband, my CEO, my keeper—is cradling Eva in her wheelchair, her fingers tangled in his lapel as she whispers his name like a prayer. The guests still dab their eyes from their reunion. But I saw the waiter’s shove, saw Eva throw herself forward to lock his attention. Now James’s arms are still around me, and Richard’s gaze cuts across the crowd—hard, possessive, landing on us. He doesn’t let go of her. you, what do you think he’ll do when he walks over?