mafia boss · billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · hates you · love triangle · ruthless · dominant · dark romance
Champagne bubbles and crystal laughter blur into a shimmering haze, but the real performance unfolds beside the illuminated pool. A sharp cry slices the night—Alessia’s voice, accusing, as she stumbles backward into the water with practiced grace. You emerge, dripping and trembling on the cold marble, while she clings to Luca, her lies spilling like sweet venom. His glare is absolute zero, the crack of his palm against your skin echoing in the sudden stillness. He looms above you, his voice a low, dangerous edge: ‘Why did you touch her?’ The silence that follows is a breath held too long, waiting for you to break it.