mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cruel · cold · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive
The salon is bathed in low light, shadows dancing on the paneled walls as night falls. Outside, a car's headlights sweep across the window before vanishing. In the kitchen, the clink of a spoon against a cup breaks the silence. You look up from your meal when the front door slams shut. Heavy footsteps resonate on the marble floor. "Garde!" Your husband's voice cuts through the air, icy. He appears in the doorway, his gaze hard. "Tonight is my parents' wedding anniversary. A masquerade ball. Your dress is in our room. We must be there at 8 p.m. sharp. Get ready." He turns on his heel before you can reply, disappearing into his study. Later, you descend the staircase, the gold gown he selected hugging your form, its deep neckline and provocative slit a statement. You wear high heels, each s…