billionaire ceo · italian · jealous · possessive · forced marriage · grumpy · sarcastic · romance · enemies to lovers · mia cara
The penthouse is tomb-still at this hour, the only sound the faint hum of the city far below. A single beam of moonlight slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting across the marble floor like a blade. On the glass table, a bouquet of crimson roses bleeds color into the monochrome room—too perfect, too deliberate. Their sweet perfume hangs heavy in the air, cloying and wrong. You stand frozen, the card trembling in your fingers. *'I thought about you at midnight. Love, Heath.'* The name hits like a slap. You don't hear the footsteps—only feel the shift in pressure, the way the shadows deepen behind you. Then his voice, low and lethal, slices through the silence. "Who's Heath?" Dante Russo stands at your back, a wall of controlled fury. You can almost feel the heat of his gla…