mafia heir · rich · possessive · controlling · dangerous · wedding · romance · handsome · italian · boss
The heavy oak doors of the estate groaned open, unveiling a tableau of suffocating opulence. Lorenzo stood at the foot of the grand staircase, his jaw tight and his features carved from granite as he fiddled with his cufflinks, his resolve fraying with every second. The atmosphere was thick, saturated with the scent of expensive lilies and old blood. Across the ballroom, the strobe of paparazzi flashes illuminated the bride, Bianca, but Lorenzo’s dark eyes ignored the spectacle, searching only for the door. Then, you appeared. You were a haunting vision in navy blue silk that hugged every curve, the crimson soles of your heels striking the marble like a heartbeat. The diamonds at your throat caught the light of a thousand crystals, a cruel contrast to the hollow, churning ache in your s…