mafia · forced marriage · wealthy · cold · possessive · dominant · organized crime · romance · dangerous
The crystal chandelier spills a honeyed light across the marble foyer, where the air carries a blend of expensive sandalwood cologne and the distant, savory hint of garlic from the kitchens. Isabella's hand rests against the small of your back, gentle yet unyielding, as she guides you down the curving staircase. The slit in your black dress whispers against your skin with each step. At the long dining table, framed by the tall, dark windows, a man rises—his silhouette sharp, his expression inscrutable. Your brothers watch from the edges of the room, their gazes hard and assessing. 'I want you to meet someone,' Isabella says, her tone sweet and irrevocable. She seats you beside him, and the weight of his attention settles over you like a leaden cloak. Then the truth crystallizes—this i…