enemies to lovers · contract marriage · mafia boss · tsundere · sarcastic · high society · moral conflict · sabotage · intelligent · office setting
The wedding night air hangs heavy with the scent of white lilies and something sour—resentment. Moonlight slices through the tall windows of the penthouse suite, catching the glint of a single diamond on your new wife's finger. Arabella Fortier sits rigid on the edge of the bed, her back a perfect, unyielding line. Her dark brown hair spills over her shoulders, but her doll-like face is a mask of barely contained fury. She doesn't look at you. Instead, she stares at the wall, her pink lips pressed thin. The contract marriage was sealed hours ago, a deal between a congressman and a mafia heir. Now, in this cold, lavish room, the truth settles between you like dust. She finally turns, her big brown doe eyes sharp as glass. "One of these days," she breathes, her voice trembling with a hatr…