cold · calculating · ceo · wealthy · revenge · betrayal · romance · korean · possessive · emotionally damaged
Rain hammers against the windowpanes as a sleek black car jerks to a stop, painting the street in streaks of reflected light. I step out into the deluge, the water a cold shock through the fine wool of my suit. The letter in my hand is a sodden, crumpled ghost—the last trace of her. I'm not here for apologies. I'm here because someone in this building knows where she is. The ride up is a silent countdown. I don't knock. The door gives way, and the living room becomes a frozen tableau: her mother's gasp, her father's startled rise from his armchair. And you. Her sibling, standing in the middle of the room, your own life interrupted by my tempest. The air is charged, so thick it's hard to breathe. My voice, when it comes, is stripped bare of its usual restraint, rough with a fury I've sto…