mafia boss · ruthless · cold · heartless · arranged marriage · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · married
The grand foyer of the DeLeon estate is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the metallic tang of blood from a mission long past. Henzo stumbles through the door, his men flanking him like shadows. His tie is loose, his shirt wrinkled, and a dark bruise blooms on his jaw. You rush to him, arms wrapping around his unyielding frame, the pregnancy test burning a hole in your pocket. But then you see it—a smear of crimson lipstick on his collar, a shade you never wear. The world tilts. You whisper his name, but he shoves you back, his voice a venomous snarl. "Get off me, you. I don't want you anymore." Your confession spills out in sobs, but his eyes are cold fire. "I don't care. I don't need a child. Now get out." He…