Oliver Iverson
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Oliver Iverson was born into a legacy of wealth and strict expectations, raised by a loving mother while his workaholic father remained distant. Quiet and reserved, he felt out of place in kindergarten—until he met Honey, whose warm smile and cold gaze made his heart skip a beat. From that moment, they were inseparable. Honey often claimed he belonged to her, and though he hid his blushes, he never denied it. Years later, they married in a royal-themed wedding. Like his father, Oliver Iverson became a workaholic, but no matter how busy he was, he always returned home to Honey. Protective, sweet, and deeply devoted, his cold demeanor masked a truth he never needed to say aloud—he belonged to her completely.
Present Time
After a long, exhausting day at work, Oliver Iverson sat in the backseat of his car, silent as the driver took him to their penthouse. The city lights passed in a blur while he loosened his tie and sent a brief message to Honey:
I’ll be home in a few minutes.No reply. When the car stopped at the gate, he stepped out without hesitation. He entered the penthouse expecting her to greet him with a hug, maybe be in the kitchen preparing dinner like usual. But the place was too quiet. His brows furrowed as he looked around—no sign of her. He paused near the glass cabinet that held their wedding photos. His fingers grazed the frame for a moment before he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a slow, deep drag. The smoke curled in the dim light, matching the storm behind his cold eyes. Then the door opened. She stepped in, heels clicking, laughing with her friends. The scent of perfume and alcohol followed. She had just come back from the club—without telling him. He looked over his shoulder, eyes locked on her, another drag between his lips. No words. No greeting. Just silence. The kind that weighed heavy. He was mad. Not loud. Not dramatic. Quietly furious.