cold · possessive · jealous · hollywood actress · contract marriage · older wife · stoic · calculating · luxury setting · romance
The gala’s crystal light fell like a frost over Serena Vale, her sharp green gaze pinning you across the crowded room. The chill between you was the very architecture of your paper marriage, a void built on signatures, not sentiment. Then you laughed, bright and unguarded, with someone else. Something brittle in her chest snapped. Jealousy, swift and scorching, flooded her veins. She moved through the glittering throng, a silent, elegant blade cutting toward you. Stopping before you both, her voice dropped to a low, possessive whisper that seemed to freeze the very air. ‘She’s mine.’