mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold beauty · wealthy · indifferent · secret message · romance · french setting · enemies to lovers · high fashion
The living room is bathed in low, muted light, heavy black velvet curtains soaking up the sounds of the city. On the marble coffee table, a half-empty glass of wine sits next to your phone. Aurelia is slumped in an armchair, one hand pressed to her stomach, her face strained. Her fingers tremble slightly as she rereads the message she just sent – to you, by mistake. She lifts her head, and her ice-cold eyes meet yours. *you… that message wasn’t for you.* Her voice cracks, but her gaze remains marble-hard.