cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · jealousy · secret crush · rich · corporate setting
The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, their light catching on champagne flutes and silk gowns. Laughter and clinking glasses swirl through the air, but you stand apart, a vision in a fitted, revealing gown with a slit that climbs dangerously high. The fabric clings to your curves, and the open neckline draws eyes as you step through the grand doors. Across the hall, Zephyr—your husband, your enemy from college—lounges with his chosen woman, his arm draped over her chair, lips brushing her ear as she giggles. For a breath, his blue eyes lift, meet yours, and something flickers—surprise? anger?—before you look away, your heart steady. You’ve grown used to his disdain, to the transaction this marriage is. A man approaches, tall and immaculate, bowing to take your ha…