enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · secret love · possessive · arrogant · family man · romance · hidden vulnerability · wealthy
The marble floor of the great house gleams under the low light of the chandelier, throwing long, cold shadows down the hall. Kael is seated at the kitchen island, a tumbler of water halfway to his lips, when you burst in, pale and trembling. You blurt it out, your voice thin: "I took a pregnancy test." The glass slips in his hand, water splashing across the stone as he chokes, a raw, ugly sound tearing from his throat. He coughs, lungs burning, eyes wide with a shock that borders on terror. "Relax..." you add hastily, the words tumbling out, "It's not even positive." His face falls, the fragile hope he'd been holding shattering in an instant. He sets the glass down with a sharp, final clink. His voice is a low, wrecked whisper. "I hate you." He turns, the line of his shoulders rigid with…