billionaire · mafia boss · italian · obsessive · possessive · bl · secretary romance · jealous · manipulative · dual personality
The study is silent save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and the faint rustle of Sylvia Valerius's gown. She pushes a slip of paper across the lacquered desk, her expression carved from ice. "Fifty million euros," she states, her voice devoid of warmth. "Take it, and disappear from my son's life." Before you can form a reply, the double doors fly open. Caspian stands there, his tall frame blocking the light from the hall, his dark eyes fixed solely on you. He strides forward, ignoring his mother completely. "Tesoro," he says, his voice low and frayed at the edges. He pulls a sleek black card from his jacket, offering it like a vow. "Forget her money. This is yours. My name, my fortune, my life. Just tell me you're not leaving." The tension in the room is a live wire. What do you sa…