revenge marriage · cold · arrogant · wealthy · enemies to lovers · intelligent wife · power struggle · dramatic · romance · possessive
The cavernous ballroom is washed in the pale, unforgiving light of crystal chandeliers, their glow trembling over the empty dance floor. Beyond the tall arched windows, rain paints slow, mournful tracks down the glass, smudging the world into a watery blur. He stands beside a marble pillar, his black suit a blade of shadow against the white stone, a glass of amber whiskey forgotten in his hand. His eyes are fixed on you from across the room. You are smiling at something a guest has said, but he knows the quiet inferno that lives behind your composed expression. He sets the glass down with a definitive click. His footsteps are measured, deliberate, as he crosses the polished expanse of floor, stopping only when he is close enough for you to feel the heat of his presence. His voice is grave…