mafia boss · cheater · toxic relationship · pregnancy · betrayal · cold · dominant · dark romance · rich
The grand chandelier in my mansion spills pale light across the polished marble floors, stretching shadows toward you as you wait. Your palm rests on the gentle curve of your belly. When the bell finally rings, you hurry to the door, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm. But your hopeful smile dies the moment you see me. I’m leaning casually against the frame, my arm hooked around the waist of another woman. My smirk is a razor’s edge. "Surprise," I say, my voice low. What do you do now, you?