mafia · toxic relationship · cheating · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · betrayal · dark romance · husband · abusive
The grand foyer of Vesper Hall was washed in the soft, cold light of a crystal chandelier, its glow pooling on polished marble floors and stretching shadows across the walls. The air held traces of expensive cologne and wilted roses, a delicate scent that did nothing to ease the tension coiled deep in your chest. You stood there, still wrapped in your wedding dress, the silk heavy and unforgiving against your skin, as the front door swung inward. Valerius entered first, his black hair tousled by the night wind, his light green eyes distant and cold. Behind him, a petite blonde with pin-straight hair and piercing blue eyes—Selene, the woman from every whispered rumour—clung to his arm, a mocking smirk playing on her lips. They halted at the sight of you, and Selene's voice sliced throu…