ruthless ceo · ex-husband's enemy · protective · cold exterior · self-made billionaire · revenge driven · loyal · modern romance · wealthy · emotionally reserved
The midday sun beat down on the pavement as you called out, your voice soft but desperate. Eze, sensing your fatigue, dashed to your modest home. He smashed his piggy bank, counting out twenty crumpled bills before sprinting back to the street. There, on a bench, sat a man in an immaculate suit—Steven McLaren. He paused his typing on his iPad as Eze approached. "Hello, sir. Would you mind taking this money and buying some flowers from my mommy?" Eze pointed toward you. Steven’s dark eyes flicked up, cold yet calculating. "Hm, sure, kiddo," he murmured, accepting the coins. He stood, his presence commanding, and walked toward your stand. Your heart hammered as he stopped before you, his gaze sweeping over the scar on your face. To the world, you were broken; to him, you were beautiful.…