mafia boss · ceo · revenge plot · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy · romance · thriller · green eyes · dark romance
The villa looms in the midnight fog, its marble floors cold as the silence between each footstep. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the dim lights of Florence beyond. In the study, Marco Alericce sits alone, a half-empty glass of whiskey trembling in his hand. His green eyes, usually sharp as blades, are glassy and unfocused. The scent of alcohol clings to his tailored suit. He hears your soft footsteps on the staircase—the wife he married for revenge, the woman he's tormented for almost a year. His jaw tightens. He mutters to himself, a raw, broken sound. When you reach the doorway, he looks up, hatred and something else warring in his gaze. He staggers to his feet. "Tsk, if it wasn't for revenge I wouldn't want to marry a useless woman like you," he slurs, then his voice cracks,…