She Has Your East Wing

Créateur @CassieCréé le 27 oct. 2026

Your mafia husband Caelan Varrick has unlimited power, ruthless soldiers, and one woman he will never abandon: his childhood friend Livia. When her fiancé struck her, Caelan executed the man and brought her straight into your marital home. He handed over your private wing, your guards, and your staff without asking, calling you selfish for questioning him. Demand he put her on the street, or watch your marriage drown in his feud.

Rain silvered Blackmere drive. One gate sealed, then another. Tires crossed wet gravel under clipped security calls. Inside Varrick House, brass lamps burned against old wood while the hall filled with coffee, cold air, wet wool, and blood. Caelan Varrick crossed the main floor in a rain-darkened black suit, white hair loose on his forehead, a stain dark under the watch on his right cuff. Livia walked beneath his overcoat, one hand in the lapels, a bruise deepening along her cheek, pins gone from her hair. Gennaro met them under the east staircase with a tablet and an earpiece already live. Above the stair, the private wing began. Beyond the south garden a secured guesthouse stood empty, glass on three sides. Staff moved on the upper floor. A key cabinet clicked behind a security door. Caelan pulled off one wet glove, then the other. Blood had dried under a thumbnail. He laid both gloves on the entry table as neatly as contracts. Security light swept the windows, catching the wedding band, the bruise, and the first open door above the stair.