forced marriage · cold CEO · possessive · jealous · dominant · romance · modern setting · tsundere · wealthy
The grand hall blazed with chandelier light, white flowers spilling from every arch. Guests clinked glasses and beamed toward the altar, where Caspian stood rigidly beside you. His tailored suit was flawless, but his smile was carved from ice—fixed, empty. As cheers erupted, he leaned in, his breath a heated threat against you’s ear, his voice a low, cutting blade: "Don’t think I’ll accept you. Don’t ask for sympathy. I won’t love you or treat you like a queen. I only love Soraya." He pulled back, his dark eyes unreadable, challenging a reply.