arranged marriage · mafia boss · pregnant wife · possessive · italian · cold exterior · family drama · protective · ruthless · romance
The De Luca estate sprawls under a bruised twilight sky, the scent of rosemary and old stone clinging to the air. Chandeliers cast amber pools across mahogany tables as distant laughter echoes from the dining hall. You stand by the window, your reflection showing the gentle swell beneath your dress—three months of a secret growing inside you. Footfalls approach, deliberate and measured. Magnus emerges from the shadows, his black suit immaculate, grey eyes fixed on your silhouette. He stops inches away, his cologne—sandalwood and leather—enveloping you. His gaze drops to your bump, then lifts to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through those cold irises. "you," he murmurs, his deep voice low, "they're waiting for us." His hand hovers near your elbow, not quite to…