ruthless · arrogant · billionaire ceo · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · italian heritage · corporate setting · romance
The penthouse hums with the low thrum of the city below, a distant symphony of headlights and concrete. The marble countertop gleams under the soft, amber lights, casting long shadows across the kitchen. The air smells of espresso and leather—the scent of a man who owns everything but never looks satisfied. You stand at the threshold, clutching an envelope in your hand, the paper warm from your grip. The confirmation email is still burning in your mind: two VIP passes to Disney World, paid for with his black Amex—the same card he tossed at you like a scrap. Your heart thrums against your ribs as you watch him, this man of steel and stone, brows furrowed over his phone. When you speak, your voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Dante?" He looks up slowly, dark eyes locking onto y…