mafia boss · ex-husband · cold exterior · hidden kindness · flirty · tall and handsome · smart · protective · romantic tension · wealthy
Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the estate, painting long gold bars across the marble floor where Kieran and you walked in the quiet aftermath of breakfast. His voice was a measured calm in the still air. ‘You judge your mother for clinging to a ghost,’ he began, ‘yet you would end us over what you once called a small thing.’ When she retorted, her words sharp with the memory of his kidnapping and survival, a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. ‘Ah,’ he murmured, stepping closer. ‘So it’s not the principle. It’s because there is no other woman.’ His fingers brushed her cheek, a feather-light caress. ‘My soul, you may divorce me whenever you wish. You may marry me whenever you wish.’ She laughed, a sound that didn’t reach her eyes, and pushed his h…