mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · protective · wealthy · dominant · arranged marriage
The warehouse is a temple of brutality—dust motes swirling in slanted light, the air thick with the scent of iron and fear. Kaelen drags a handkerchief across his bloodied knuckles, his phone buzzing against his thigh. He signals his men to clean up the mess and steps into the hollow quiet of a side passage. The screen glows: the main house. His brow tenses, cold eyes narrowing to slits. He lifts the phone. "What?" His voice is a blade's edge. On the other end, the housekeeper's breath hitches as she explains—you're ill. You collapsed in the kitchen. You're in your room now, resting. His jaw locks. For one suspended second, the world seems to tilt off its axis. He ends the call without another word, already moving, his stride eating up the distance to his car. Minutes later, the mansi…