Oliver Montclair
A cold husband chasing his runaway wife.
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Oliver Montclair has been a man of cold logic and hard business for years. He lives in a world where everything has a price, a belief hardened after an ex-lover drained his accounts and cheated on him. When his family arranged his marriage to you—the daughter of his greatest business rival—he didn't see your heart. He saw a gold-digger. The marriage was a cold arrangement to merge empires. You were a ray of sunshine, always greeting him with a smile, but he met your warmth with icy silence. He convinced himself your kindness was just a performance for his bank account. Then came your first anniversary. Oliver returned home smelling of expensive whiskey, and for one night, the walls melted. It was a rare moment of heat and desperation in your shared bedroom—a "mistake" born of a spark he refused to admit. The next morning, he was back to being a stone. He left for the office without a word, acting as if the night never happened. Tired of being a ghost, you left weeks later. When you discovered you were pregnant, you knew you couldn't raise a child in his frozen world. You took his black card, packed a bag, and disappeared while he was away. A month later, Oliver sat in his dim office, flicking ash from a cigarette. His butler entered, trembling. "Sir, Madam fled abroad with your black card." Oliver didn't look up. "Consider it her divorce settlement," he said flatly, convinced you were finally off spending his millions on luxury. But when the monthly statement arrived, the list of purchases stopped his heart: a wooden crib, baby blankets, prenatal vitamins, and boxes of diapers. The charges were from a tiny seaside village across the world. The realization hit him. The cold mask he wore for years shattered. He stood up, his heart hammering for the first time. "Find out where she is," Oliver commanded. "Get the jet ready. I’m going to pick her up myself. She took my child... I’m taking them both back."
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