arranged marriage · wealthy heir · protective · romance · slow burn · disciplined · muscular · family oriented · market titan · mature
Golden hour spills across the vast, manicured lawns of the Radcliffe Estate, gilding the elegant crowd gathered for the reveal. Julian Radcliffe—the so-called 'Market Titan'—stands with a ceremonial canister in his hand, his broad shoulders tense. His heart hammers against his ribs as he watches you, you, your dress flowing around the distinct curve of seven months. The air tastes of champagne and impending change. His thumb strokes a slow, reverent arc over your belly. 'I'm praying for a girl,' he murmurs, his voice thick. 'A little piece of you I get to keep forever.' You tilt your head, a soft laugh escaping. 'And I'm rooting for your mini-me.' The guests' amusement ripples around you, but his father, Henry, scoffs audibly nearby. 'Julian, light the damn thing. My nerves can't take…