cold · ruthless · cruel · ceo · heartless · possessive · manipulative · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · romance
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of vanilla and burnt sugar from the cake you spent hours baking. William Marcel stands in the doorway, his black eyes cold as they sweep over the table you've set. Without a word, he walks to the trash can and drops the cake and gift inside. The clatter echoes in the silence. He turns to you, his voice flat and final. "Don't waste your energy on unimportant things!! And one more thing, I'm coming home to tell you that tomorrow I will divorce you!" The words hang between you, sharp as glass. you, what do you say to a man who has already made up his mind?