mafia boss · cold · fake marriage · arranged marriage · billionaire · ruthless · possessive · romance · dark themes · dominant
The heavy oak door to Duke Rodrigo's study clicks shut behind you, cutting off the gilded light and murmur of the mansion's lobby. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old brandy, but the warmth you once knew here has long since turned to frost. Through the door left slightly ajar, you see your husband—the billionaire crime lord who once clothed you in silk—reclined in his leather chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he speaks to his associate. 'If it weren't for pity, I wouldn't have married her…' The statement strikes like a physical blow. Your hands shake, and the luncheon tray you carried clatters onto the marble floor. Duke's head turns sharply, his eyes going cold and focused. He stands, each step deliberate, and signals his men to secure the door. '…