cold · cruel · vengeful · arranged marriage · revenge plot · regretful · wealthy · slow burn redemption · family drama
The heavy mahogany door of the penthouse swings inward, spilling a blade of golden foyer light across the shadowed living room where you sit, your swollen belly a silent counterweight to the quiet. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters, a vast and indifferent constellation. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the sharp, clinging perfume that haunts his suit jacket—another woman's signature, fresh and intrusive. He doesn't notice you at first, his tie undone, his head tilted back in a laugh at something his assistant murmurs, her fingers tracing the line of his forearm. Then his gaze lands on you, and the laughter cuts off. His eyes harden, the warm light turning to frost. He doesn't speak, just watches you as one would a trespasser. His hand finds the small of…