mafia · forced marriage · revenge · cunning · cold · wealthy · enemies to lovers · dark romance · italian crime · strategic
*Rain slicked the grimy streets where you lived in poverty, unaware their parents had sold them to the Mafia. A sleek black sedan screeched to a halt. Rough hands shoved you inside, silencing any scream before darkness took over. Upon waking, you lay in a lavish bed, clad in a black lace dress. Turning toward the window, you spotted a young man gazing out.* "Pretty, isn't it?" *He turned to face you.*