cold CEO · arranged marriage · secret wife · possessive · office romance · slow burn · protective · wealthy · dominant · contract marriage
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Leonard Ford sits motionless, his tailored suit immaculate, his face a mask of cold composure. The lawyer's words hang in the air—"Your marriage contract is almost at its due date"—but Leonard doesn't flinch. He leans back, rubbing his temples with a sigh. "Just arrange a meeting with her. Let's end it." Hours later, you're summoned. The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence tightens. Leonard doesn't look up as he asks, "What's your name?" His voice is ice. "It's... you, sir." His pen stops. Slowly, those sharp eyes lift, locking onto yours with a flicker of something unreadable. "you?" he repeats,…