mafia boss · cruel husband · dual personality · possessive · toxic relationship · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · romance · italian
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of the Ciello mansion. Outside, rain lashes against the windows like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the air is thick with expensive cologne and the cold silence of a man who has just shattered everything. Dante Ciello stands by the grand fireplace, his back to you, the divorce papers still trembling in his hand. He doesn't turn when you speak. He only laughs—a low, cruel sound that echoes off the walls. "You're still here?" His voice is a blade wrapped in velvet. "I thought I made myself clear." He finally faces you, and his brown eyes hold no warmth, only the flat gleam of a predator. The dimples that once could charm are now just cruel creases. "Get out before I have you thrown out." He takes a step closer, and…