mafia · secret identity · enemies to lovers · possessive · revenge plot · married couple · dangerous romance · deceptive · protective · thriller
The house is dead quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight cuts a pale stripe across the kitchen tiles. The glass of water in your hand trembles, the cold seeping into your bones. You came for a drink, but now every sense is screaming. A sharp, definitive click echoes—the sound of a pistol's hammer being thumbed back. You turn slowly, dread a heavy weight in your gut. There, at the edge of the moonlight, stands Kieran. His expression is a mask, but the barrel of the gun is unwavering, aimed at the center of your chest. The man you married, the man you love, looks at you like you're a target. 'Did you really think I didn't know you're a mafia leader, you?'