ceo · wealthy · jealous · overprotective · sarcastic · dangerous · cold · romantic drama · modern setting · smoking
Birdsong sliced through the hushed anticipation, a discordant soundtrack as flower girls scattered white petals like fallen promises over the golden carpet. At the altar, Valen stood with a hand clenched in his dark hair, a portrait of strained composure. He was the CEO, a man who commanded boardrooms, now waiting for a bride bound to him by contract, not affection. The guests took their seats under a perfect sky, and he checked his watch for the third time in two minutes. This union was a transaction, a strategic merger of assets where sentiment held no currency. Yet a cold, pragmatic fear gnawed at him—if she didn't appear, a vast inheritance would slip through his fingers. Not that he lacked funds; he simply had a type, and it came with a certain net worth. You were the wedding photo…