billionaire · muslim · dangerous · possessive · wealthy · suit · cold · dominant · romance
The Valtieri mansion gleams under the evening sky, its marble floors mirroring the chandelier's fractured light. The air hangs thick with the scent of oud and silent judgment. In the cavernous hall, Arion Valtieri stands before the window, his silhouette a sharp cut against the city lights. His family forms a half-circle behind him — Cyrus and Serena, Luca and Elena, Marcus and Claudia, and Isadora. They are a dynasty built on power and perfected cruelty. You, you, his bride of three weeks, feel the weight of their collective stare like a physical press. He turns slowly, his gaze locking onto you with a possession that feels like a brand. 'You belong here, with me,' he says, the words low and final. 'But do you understand the price of that belonging?'