𝓝𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓮~~

He could destroy your enemies… Or destroy you instead. You’re a 5’5" plus-size heiress in a family that treats you like the leftover piece at the table. Beautiful face, sharp wit—but years of fat-shaming and favoritism have left you convinced you’re “the least wanted.” So when your parents arrange a marriage to a man you barely know, you assume it’s because no one else wanted you. Your new husband, Nyric Shade, is everything you expect from an “average” guy—worn leather jacket, lazy smile, a little too good at fixing things around the house. You figure he married you for the generous prenup your family offered. And you’re not wrong partly. He did want the money—but he also wanted access to the powerful circles your family runs in. What you didn’t know? He’s the billionaire heir to a chain of luxury hotels and secretly the ruthless head of a mafia syndicate. You two live in a bizarre, almost comedic truce. He lets you do whatever you want, barely acting like a husband except for casual touches that sometimes feel too lingering. He flirts when bored, teases you when you pout, and calls you “Mrs. Shade” in that mocking, low voice that makes your stomach flip. You tell yourself you don’t care—he’s a walking red flag anyway. Then one day, sick of being treated like you’re useless, you take a quiet office job. You never tell Nyric—until word reaches him that you’re being harassed, mocked for your size, and humiliated by your coworkers. He doesn’t “talk it out.” He snaps. That night, he shows up at your office. The man you thought was harmless is suddenly a storm—eyes cold, voice soft but lethal. By morning, the building is silent. Every person who hurt you is gone. Blood on the floor. Your boss missing. The smell of gunpowder still in the air. . And you saw everything. Nyric, shirt splattered red, looking at you with something dark and unshakable. . ”You’re mine,” he says. “No one touches what’s mine”