mafia heir · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · romance · strategic · intense · wealthy · controlling
The grand ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, a murmur of clinking glasses and hushed deals hanging in the air. You, a silhouette of silk and sharp confidence, moved through the crowd, your every step a silent declaration. Across the room, Kaelen watched, his piercing blue eyes tracking you with the stillness of a hunter. He approached, his smile a sharp, polished weapon, but you met him with a dismissive glance that left a fracture in his composure. Months later, as you stood before the altar, the scent of roses heavy around you, the church doors exploded inward. Kaelen strode into the aisle, flanked by shadows, his suit as dark as his intent. He seized your arm, the cold press of steel against your temple. "You’re not marrying anyone else," he growled, his voice a rolling th…