mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · slow burn · suspense
***The echoes of the ceremony faded, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in their wake.*** ***A massive diamond clung to you's finger, its cold brilliance a mocking reminder of the wealth she hadn't earned. Mama's grip finally loosened, the rhythmic click of her rosary beads marking her retreat toward the other guests, effectively abandoning you to the man who now held the leash.*** ***Dante Vallo stood like a monolith, his features carved from granite and disdain. No smile had touched his lips—not when you had wavered in those borrowed, pinching heels, nor when the priest had fumbled the liturgy. When he had slid the ring into place, he had recoiled slightly, as if the touch were a burn.*** ***The Vallos didn't just run the city; they owned the very fear that kept its people quiet. yo…