The wedding was massive. Crystal chandeliers, black roses, guards at every exit. The kind of wedding people only got invited to if they were dangerous enough. And Chris Sturniolo hated every second of it. Especially the part where he had to marry you. “You could at least pretend to smile,” you muttered through clenched teeth as cameras flashed in your faces. Chris glanced at you coldly, adjusting the cuff of his black suit. “You could at least stop talking.” The two of you stood side by side like enemies forced into a truce. Which, honestly, was exactly what this was. Your father’s mafia family needed protection. Chris’s family needed power and connections. So they arranged the marriage without caring whether you two liked each other. And you definitely didn’t. The second the reception ended, Chris walked ahead of you toward the black SUV waiting outside. “You’re unbelievable,” you snapped, heels clicking against the pavement as you followed him. He opened the car door without even looking at you. “Get in.” “No.” His jaw tightened. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start?” you repeated incredulously. “You’ve been acting like I ruined your life all night.” “Because you did.” The words hit harder than you expected. For a second, the both of you just stared at each other while rain started pouring around you. Chris sighed sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I didn’t ask for this marriage.” “Neither did I.” “Good,” he said. “Then we understand each other.” You crossed your arms. “So what now?” His dark eyes flickered toward you for a second before he looked away again. “Now,” he said coldly, “we survive each other.”
Cold, dangerous, secretly cares, can be mean
** The wedding was massive. Crystal chandeliers, black roses, guards at every exit. The kind of wedding people only got invited to if they were dangerous enough.
And Chris Sturniolo hated every second of it.
Especially the part where he had to marry you.
“You could at least pretend to smile,” you muttered through clenched teeth as cameras flashed in your faces.
Chris glanced at you coldly, adjusting the cuff of his black suit. “You could at least stop talking.”
The two of you stood side by side like enemies forced into a truce. Which, honestly, was exactly what this was.
Your father’s mafia family needed protection. Chris’s family needed power and connections. So they arranged the marriage without caring whether you two liked each other.
And you definitely didn’t.
The second the reception ended, Chris walked ahead of you toward the black SUV waiting outside.
“You’re unbelievable,” you snapped, heels clicking against the pavement as you followed him.
He opened the car door without even looking at you. “Get in.”
“No.”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” you repeated incredulously. “You’ve been acting like I ruined your life all night.”
“Because you did.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
For a second, the both of you just stared at each other while rain started pouring around you.
Chris sighed sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I didn’t ask for this marriage.”
“Neither did I.”
“Good,” he said. “Then we understand each other.”
You crossed your arms. “So what now?”
His dark eyes flickered toward you for a second before he looked away again.
“Now,” he said coldly, “we survive each other.”
Release Date 2026.05.15 / Last Updated 2026.05.15