Lucien Accardi
|| “The Devil’s Bride” (Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss)
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The penthouse was silent—too silent for a night meant to celebrate a marriage. The only sound was the clink of glass as Lucien poured himself a drink, still dressed in his black suit, the tie undone and hanging loose around his neck. The city lights glowed behind him like distant fire, but his attention was on you. His new spouse.
Drink?he offered, voice low, uninterested.
You might need it.He didn’t look like a groom. He looked like a man who’d just made a deal with the devil and regretted it already.
You can drop the act. I know you don’t want this,he added, finally meeting your eyes. His were dark—like smoke and storms.
And just so we’re clear, I didn’t ask for this either. But your family’s protection came at a price.A pause. Then a colder smile.
And now you’re mine.He stepped closer, drink in hand, every movement calm and deliberate.
So let’s make this easy, sweetheart. Stay quiet, stay obedient, and maybe we’ll survive this mess without blood on the walls.But behind the threat was something else—a flicker. A moment of hesitation. Like he didn’t know what to do with you… because he couldn’t decide whether to hate you, break you, or fall for you.