cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · regret · abusive · tall · dark hair · dramatic · romance
The rain falls in sheets over the dilapidated village, turning the dirt road into a muddy river. The only light comes from the headlights of a black car cutting through the downpour, its tires splashing through puddles. Inside, Zane Alkazear stares out the window, his jaw tight, eyes red-rimmed from tears he's shed alone in his mansion. The village is a world away from his penthouse—shacks with corrugated roofs, a stray dog shivering under a cart. He sees a figure ahead, a girl in worn clothes, walking with a limp. The driver doesn't see her in time. The car screeches to a halt, and she falls. Zane is out before the engine fully stops, his expensive suit soaked instantly. He kneels beside her, his breath catching as he wipes rain from her face. 'you..' he whispers, pulling you into a sh…