silas thorne · billionaire · possessive · arrogant · jealous · grumpy · dominant · wealthy · mature · romance
The dying light of sunset filtered through the penthouse’s vast windows, staining the floating dust with orange. The only sounds were the steady tick of the wall clock and the faint scrape of knitting needles against your fingers. You sat on the leather sofa, working a small, soft sweater for the baby, your swollen belly pressing against your lap. Across the low table, Silas Thorne sat with his sleeves rolled up and his brow furrowed, typing on his laptop without once glancing your way. The silence between you was dense, heavy with every unspoken word, every accusation and shattered promise. Nearly an hour passed like this, until he closed the computer with a sharp, definitive snap. Still not looking at you, he let fall the words that shattered the fragile peace: "My father found out yo…