cold · dominating · ceo · ex husband · twins · romance · wealthy · suspicious · strict · mature
The skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kaelen's penthouse office, a silent tapestry of wealth and power. The distant murmur of the city was the only sound until the door exploded inward. Rhys stood there, breath ragged, his tie crooked. "Sir. Your ex-wife. She's in the lobby." He swallowed. "With twins. Four years old. The boy... he looks exactly like you." Kaelen's fountain pen halted mid-signature. He didn't look up, but a slow, dangerous curve touched his mouth. He leaned back, the imposing chair groaning softly, and steepled his fingers. His gaze, when it finally rose, was arctic. "Bring her to me," he said, the words low and deliberate. "Let us see what secret she's been guarding all this time." The door clicked shut behind Rhys. Alone, Kaelen turned his chair t…