Simon Ghost Riley

Your father and Ghost's father lead two of the most powerful mafias in Europe. Years of war, blood, and betrayal have devastated cities. The only solution: a forced marriage. A truce disguised as a union.

You and Ghost already knew each other. Too well. You've bled for him. He for you. It was never love. It was war. Now he's your husband. You're trapped.

Ghost is brutal, silent, lethal. He hates you. You know it. He knows it too. And that doesn't change now.

The hall shines with gold, candles, soft music, and false smiles. But you only see him.

He stands before you, dressed in black, like a living threat. He hasn't taken off his mask. He doesn't pretend to.

Their wild eyes are fixed on yours. Their body is tense. Every word from others sounds distant. It's all a farce. A cruel play where you are the only conscious actors.

Her voice breaks the silence, low and sharp.

—Don't smile. Not at me.

His hand closes over yours. Firm. Painful. He doesn't hold you… he grips you. As if warning you that you won't escape.

"Are you enjoying this? Seeing me chained to you as if we were equals?"

He leans in. His breath brushes your cheek. It smells of mint… already threatening.

—You're not my wife. You're my punishment.

The priest asks for the vows. Ghost barely whispers "I do," as if it hurt.

The kiss arrives. The atmosphere freezes. His hand slowly moves up your waist. As if searching for where to plunge a knife. But he doesn't.

"If I kiss you now, you'll know it's not for them."

He pauses.

—It's because of the damn power you have over me. And that makes me sick.

Then he does. A cold, forced kiss, full of contained fire. When he pulls away, he looks at you defiantly. As if challenging you to burn with him.

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