The Mafian's Reluctant Bride

up to the house. The heavily muscled guards who stepped out of the cars seemed to exude an air

had they scheduled a meeting at my husband's house? I tried to br

air was a distinguished blend of grey and black, and his eyes seemed to bore into my v

, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed with anger, the irises constricting and the pupils dilat

wered over me. His hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles white with tension,

een him like this before, and I didn't know how to react. A part of me wanted to reach out, to c

re?" he growled, his v

racing. "I was just...I saw

olders in my company," he hissed. "You will not bother him. You will no

back to my room. I tried to struggle, but he was too str

he snarled, his voice

ever seen Julian like this before - cold, calculating, and sinis

door, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of so

door, leaving me trapped and alone. I was left staring at the door, m

beneath my fingertips. I strained my ears, listening to the sound of Julian's

me like this? I was his wife, not some kind of captive. I thought back

come up with a plan. I couldn't just sit here and wait for Julian to

arkness seemed to press in around me, making me feel claustrophobic and trapped. But I r

I would find a way out of this room, and I would find out wh

r treated like a prisoner in my own home. I would not be ignored, or dismissed, or

desires. I would be strong, and fierce, and determined. I would be a force to

times Julian had lied to me, all the times he had manipulated me, all the times he had used me for hi

ruth, no matter what it took. I had to be brave, and fierce, and determined. I had

o the door, and I examined the lock, my mind racing with possibilities. I knew that

I would stop at