Vows of the Mafia King

closing in. The lavish suite, decorated with gold accents and floor-to-ceiling windows ov

ression. The silence stretched, and Isabella's nerves frayed with each passing second. She

r than she intended. "This is how my life beg

lowness. "Trapped?" he echoed, his tone laced with mockery. "You're not

ing forward. "You think being forced into this

over her. "Careful, Isabella," he warned, his voice dangerously low. "You may not like your circumstances, but do

nk that justifies everything? That I should fall to my

his voice like a blade. "But I do expect your loyalty. I didn't marry you for love, Isabella. I marr

til they were mere inches apart. "That I'm here willingly? That I'l

hiver down her spine. "I don't need your obedience," he m

her face. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but it only made her more wary. Noah Be

h," she said, her voice steady de

riefest moment before meeting her eyes again. "You're no

ping with sarcasm. "You mean like looking pretty

like that," he said, his tone teasing but edged with steel. "But don't worry,

ce. But she knew better than to act on impulse. Noah was a man wh

some distance between them. The city lights sparkled bel

is," she said quietly, her

felt the weight of his presence behind her. "Neither

ht she saw a crack in his armor-a glimpse of the man beneath the ruthless exterior. But it was

voice firm. "We both have roles to play. You mig

that?" she asked,

her space. "That in this world, power is the only thing that

ted to argue, to tell him that power wasn't worth the co

Noah said abruptly, t

by his sudden retreat.

readable. "To let you breathe. But don't get to

, the door clickin

had entered this marriage thinking she knew the rules

t it, she wasn't sure if she was