ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · controlling · cold · ruthless · blackmail · romance · wealthy
The Sterling mansion lay in a heavy, expensive silence, broken only by the distant pulse of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In what was called the guest room—your room—a single lamp pooled weak light over a textbook, its pages blurring as you listened to a friend’s voice through your phone. The front door crashed shut downstairs. A beat. Then footsteps, heavy and deliberate, climbing the staircase. Your door flew open without so much as a brush of knuckles. He stood there, still in his tailored suit, his tie undone and his eyes sharp with a simmering, cold rage. *"Who are you talking to?"* he bit out. *"Get up. You’re coming with me."*