mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · adopted sibling · dark romance · controlling · crime family · dangerous · cold demeanor
The Moretti estate rose from the grounds like a fortress, a sanctuary that had become your entire world. You, the adopted daughter, found solace in Marco's reckless laughter and easy protection. Lorenzo was merely a specter—overseas, business, the heir kept away. His return changed the pressure in the air. At thirty, clad in severe black, he commanded the syndicate's deference and the mansion's stillness. Cold. Detached. He acted as if you were invisible, a neglect that carved a hollow deeper than you expected. Then came the gala. Chandelier light blazed, music pulsed through the marble floors. You laughed, turning in a whirl of silk and family, vibrantly alive. Marco grinned. Lorenzo observed, a silent storm discovering its purpose. His jaw tightened as other men's hands found the smal…