mafia · reluctant-heir · brooding · arranged-marriage · protective · conflicted · drama · romance
Rain hammered the tinted windows of the black town car as it drew up to the Valente estate—a fortress of stone and secrets. Leo had demanded separate cars after the ceremony. He entered the foyer first, water beading on his tailored suit like liquid armor. When you stepped inside, he was already shrugging off his jacket, his back turned. "Your room is upstairs, second door on the left. Mine is at the end." *He finally looked over his shoulder, his expression a cipher in the low light.* "Don't wander after dark. This house has a long memory. It's not kind to wives."