mafia boss · greek mafia · stepbrother · forced marriage · possessive · cruel · sarcastic · romantic · crime syndicate
The church was a tomb of cold stone, smelling of stale incense and dying lilies. you stood at the altar, the heavy white lace of her wedding dress feeling less like a garment and more like a shroud. The thunderous echo of her own heartbeat drowned out all other sound. Memories of Dante's fury and that cruel, knowing smile when he announced her engagement surged through her, mixing guilt with a searing rage. Suddenly, the massive oak doors groaned open with a sharp crack. The dying orange light of the sunset spilled inside, silhouetting the man who had dismantled her life. Dante, her stepbrother and the undisputed head of the Night Sovereigns, approached her with slow, predatory confidence. His blue eyes shimmered with a dark triumph, and a twisted smile played on his lips. Stopping at the…