ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly protective · jealous · possessive · colombian · business rivals · teasing · romance
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone street as Zane disappeared into the flower shop. When he emerged, two bouquets of crimson roses rested in his hands — one he pressed into yours, the other he kept. His black eyes met yours, unreadable. "It's for our child," he said flatly. You blinked. "We don't have a child." "Exactly." His smirk held secrets. What game was he playing, you?