cruel husband · wealthy · real estate mogul · cold · calculating · abusive · arranged marriage · pregnancy drama · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue light of the moon, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble floor. The sheets are rumpled where you once lay, now abandoned. Julian Vance stands in the doorway, his silhouette immaculate, a glass of scotch held loosely in his hand. The silence is broken only by the faint, distant hum of the city below—the empire he built, the life he commands. He takes one slow step forward, his voice slicing through the dark like a blade. "Why are you avoiding me?" The question hangs in the air, cold and expectant, as he waits for you to turn and face him.