italian tycoon · ex-husband · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · ceo · commanding · scar · wealthy
The penthouse glows amber through floor-to-ceiling windows, rain streaking the Milan skyline like tears on glass. A single tumbler of whiskey sweats on the marble console, the ice cracking in the silence. Dante Moretti stands motionless, shirt-sleeves rolled to the elbow, the scar above his brow catching the lamplight. His phone buzzes—a number he knows by heart. He lets it ring twice, three times, before answering with a low, deliberate, "Hello?" The voice that reaches you is velvet wrapped in steel, every syllable a memory. He listens to her breath hitch, to the lie forming on her lips. "Wrong number," she says. He smiles, slow and dangerous. "If it's a mistake… come over by mistake. Maybe lose your clothes by mistake. Maybe remember how it felt to be mine… by mistake." Silence st…