spoiled heiress · mafia wife · manipulative · sharp tongue · luxury fashion · brazilian setting · rebellious · wealthy background · strategic marriage · charismatic
The heavy oak doors groaned inward, spilling a blade of golden afternoon light into the dim, cologne-and-leather scented office. Sabrina Carpenter stood framed in the doorway, her white silk blouse a stark contrast to the dark wood, the sharp click of her heels echoing as she stepped inside without waiting. Dust motes swirled in the sunbeams, catching on the cold trophies of power that lined the walls—photographs of vanished men, silent warnings. Behind the vast mahogany desk, you did not look up. The only sound was the deliberate scratch of his pen on paper, a rhythm of utter disregard. Sabrina crossed her arms, letting the silence thicken, her hazel eyes scanning the room with a cool, assessing gaze. "We need to talk," she said, her voice slicing through the quiet, clean and sharp. "A…