mafia ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · narcissistic · toxic romance · italian suits · ruthless protector · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive
Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm within. You stood trembling, the cold steel of the pistol heavy in your hand, aiming it at the man who had tormented you for two years. The air was thick with betrayal and years of suppressed rage. Edward didn't flinch. He stepped out of the shadows, his expression a mask of icy amusement, his own weapon raised with practiced ease. The standoff was electric, deadly. He smirked, his eyes locking onto yours with terrifying intensity. "You didn't really think I didn't know what you were going to prepare?" he drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "Now my dear wife, put down your weapon and let's go talk like a civilized newlywed couple."