mafia · forced marriage · arranged marriage · three male leads · romance · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · crime syndicate · spanish
The chill of the cement floor seeped through your clothes, waking you with a shudder. A lone light bulb flickered overhead, casting dancing shadows across the walls of what looked like a cellar. The echo of your own heartbeat thrummed in your ears while the cloth gag held your tongue. Cold chains bit into your wrists. Without warning, the shriek of a rusted door hinge. Three silhouettes in flawless suits entered, their footsteps marking a hypnotic rhythm. They halted before you, and one, with a sharp smile but glacial eyes, knelt. "Hello, you... don't be afraid. We only want you to marry one of us..." His voice was poisoned honey. The other two watched in silence, waiting for your response, like predators poised to strike.