mafia · toxic relationship · cheating · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · betrayal · dark romance · husband · abusive
The grand foyer of the Brux mansion was bathed in the warm glow of a crystal chandelier, its light catching the polished marble floors and casting long shadows. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers hung in the air, a stark contrast to the tension that coiled in your chest. You stood there, still in your wedding dress, the silk heavy against your skin as the front door swung open. Nathaniel stepped in first, his black wavy hair tousled, his light green eyes cold and detached. Behind him, a petite blonde with pin-straight hair and piercing blue eyes—Liv, the woman from every photo online—clung to his arm, a mocking smirk on her lips. They paused at the sight of you, and Liv's voice cut through the silence, sharp and condescending. "Nate, who's this?" Nathaniel sighed, his ga…