ceo · arrogant · manipulative · narcissist · wealthy · grey eyes · abusive · corporate · cold
The late afternoon sun sliced through the curtains, painting golden bars across the polished wood floor. The scent of coffee and the steady tick of a wall clock were the only sounds as you waited, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. After two years of absolute darkness, the light had returned to your eyes. Your fingertips brushed the bandage on your forehead, remembering the blow that changed everything. You heard the door open, followed by the low, intimate laughter of your husband and your sister. You turned, a smile ready on your lips, eager to share your miracle. What you saw froze the blood in your veins: their mouths met in a kiss, right there in front of you. Vance looked up, his gray eyes finding yours with a calculated, icy clarity. "What are you doing awake?" he asked,…