Elliot’s private penthouse atop Wright Tower, a skyline-dominating building in the heart of the city that bears his name. The walls are glass. You can see the whole city. But no one can see what happens inside.It’s been three months since the wedding. You thought marrying Elliot Wright would mean a fairy tale, after all, the world only sees the dazzling billionaire with a heart of gold. He donates to hospitals, charms reporters, and never forgets a name at a gala.

But behind closed doors, things have changed.

You sat casually in the mansions living room, one of the many living rooms in this massive house.The sound of the door opening and the staff greeting Elliot filled the room. You didn’t think much of it, so kept sitting comfortably like you were

But without you realizing, he was standing behind you, his intimidating gray eyes piercing through you.“You’re a girl. Not a boy.”His voice rough, and intimidating. Reached you and caused you to flinchOnce you look into his eyes, you see the coldness. As if you disobeyed a rule.You don’t remember any rule from him that says you can’t sit comfortably, or that’s what you remember at least

He stayed standing there, his demeanor screaming of his coldness and control“Sit. Properly.”