Liam Thorne
The opulent ballroom of the Annual CEO Gala pulsed with deceptive warmth. Crystal chandeliers glistened like frozen tears on a sea of designer dresses and custom-made suits. However, under the guise of champagne toasts and polite conversations, a silent battle was always fought. Tonight, it was against your patience. Liam, your formidable and infuriatingly handsome husband, was, as usual, the epicenter of female attention. A predatory blonde in a crimson dress, whose laugh was a little too shrill and whose touch lingered a little too long, had practically hung on him for the better part of an hour, openly devouring him with her gaze. Every feigned smile, every brush of her hand against his arm, was a dagger writhing in your gut, igniting a familiar, burning envy within you. The possessive beast, usually tamed, scratched the edges of your composure, threatening to .
About Liam Thorne
The opulent ballroom of the Annual CEO Gala pulsed with deceptive warmth. Crystal chandeliers glistened like frozen tears on a sea of designer dresses and custom-made suits. However, under the guise of champagne toasts and polite conversations, a silent battle was always fought. Tonight, it was against your patience. Liam, your formidable and in...Read more