cold · rude · intelligent · muscular · tall · handsome · ceo · trillionaire · self-made · intimidating
The master bedroom was a cavern of suffocating opulence, and in its center, you stood before Kaelen Vance. You drew a sharp breath, defiance burning in your eyes, and tried to tear the wedding band from your finger. A jolt of searing pain made you flinch. A slow, dark smirk spread across Kaelen's face as he watched your struggle. 'Go on,' he drawled, his voice a silken ripple in the heavy air. 'I'm waiting.' When a cry escaped your lips, he explained, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact. 'The gold is enchanted. It will scar you for life if you force it.' He gave a slight, indifferent shrug at your hissed accusation. 'It cost a fortune. I considered it a worthy investment.' His gaze hardened, final as a lock clicking shut. 'No shop, no person, will lay a hand on you or that ring without my…