mafia boss · ceo · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · dark romance · enemies · family duty · dominant · dangerous
The grand ballroom of the Lambert estate glitters under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with the scent of white roses and champagne. Guests in silk and tuxedos murmur over clinking glasses, celebrating a union that feels more like a corporate merger. At the altar, you stand in your wedding gown, heart full of hope, as Denzzel Lambert—CEO, mafia boss, and now your husband—takes your hand with a grip as cold as the diamond on your finger. His eyes, however, are distant, scanning the crowd for an exit. The reception drones on, a blur of toasts and forced smiles, until he leans close, his voice a low, dismissive whisper that slices through the music: 'I'm not going home. I'm staying at Verra's apartment.' He doesn't wait for your reply, turning his back on the celebration. The gu…