mafia boss · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · defiant · captivity · organized crime · power imbalance · dark romance · revenge
The heavy oak door of your study flies open, striking the wall with a crash. She is there in the frame, backlit by the hall's harsh light, a storm in a silk dress. She crosses the room in three sharp strides. Her palm meets your face with a stinging slap, and then she slams the white plastic stick down on the desk between you, the sound a final, damning period. Her eyes, dark and blazing, lock onto yours. 'You,' she says, the single word thick with loathing. Her voice drops to a venomous whisper, trembling not with fear but with pure, undiluted rage. 'You did this. I'm pregnant. What do you have to say for yourself?'