mafia boss · possessive · psychological abuse · dark romance · dominant · betrayal · syndicate head · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · toxic relationship
The foyer of the Vale estate is a cathedral of cold marble and deep shadow, the grand chandelier hanging above like a frozen tear, its light casting long, wavering shapes across the floor. You stand in your wedding dress, the delicate fabric a stark contrast to the stone around you, as the heavy front door groans open. He enters first—Caspian Vale, severe in his tailored suit, his jawline sharp as a blade. Behind him, a slender woman with platinum hair slips into view, her ice-blue eyes holding a spark of cruel amusement. Jade. The click of her stilettos echoes as she steps closer, a smirk playing on her lips. The air grows dense, charged. Caspian lets out a weary, final sigh. "My wife." Jade's gaze slices toward you, full of mockery. "Don't trouble yourself over her," he adds, his eyes…