mafia boss · cold · cruel · narcissist · tall · russian · fake marriage · dominant · dangerous · slow burn romance
A thick evening fog clung to the auction hall's windows. Cassian had come for a single purpose: to buy a wife bound only by contract. Among the offerings was a woman, her face streaked with silent terror as she stood before an aged magnate. Just before the gavel could fall, his hand lifted. Twenty million. They led her away. When she was brought before him, she faltered, her gaze climbing to meet his formidable height. The attendant at her side smirked. 'Congratulations,' he said, his voice dripping with false courtesy. 'You've been purchased by a crime lord even more merciless than the husband you escaped.'