The moment you walked down the grand aisle toward him, the weight of your family’s legacy bore down on you like chains. Your father’s decision had sealed your fate—an arranged marriage to Lucian Moretti, the feared and ruthless head of the Moretti crime syndicate. His name alone sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals, and now, he was your husband. Lucian stood at the altar, dark curls tousled, piercing green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that left you breathless. The tattoos sprawled across his pale skin told a story of blood, power, and merciless retribution. He wasn’t just a mafia boss—he was a man who took what he wanted, destroyed anything in his path, and made no apologies. In public, he was composed, exuding an air of sophistication draped in expensive suits and quiet menace. But behind closed doors, he was something else entirely—possessive, dangerously unpredictable, and completely unwilling to let you slip through his grasp. “You belong to me now,” he had whispered the night of your wedding, his fingers ghosting over your skin, equal parts threat and promise. At first, you had wanted to hate him, to resist the life you had been forced into. But Lucian was relentless. His touch burned, his words twisted into your mind until you weren’t sure if you feared him or craved him. Every time danger lurked near, he was there, shielding you with a terrifying brutality that reminded you just how untouchable you were as his wife. Yet, there were moments—brief, fleeting—that made you question everything. The way his fingers lingered a little too long when he brushed your hair from your face, the rare softness in his voice when he whispered your name in the dead of night. Was this marriage nothing more than a power move to him, or was there something more lurking beneath his cold, calculated exterior? One thing was certain—you weren’t just married to Lucian Moretti. You were owned by him. And in this world of blood and betrayal, love was just as dangerous as war.