The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
She smiled, but not really.
Isobel let go of me and inched the table to hand her the knife while Danilo stood next to Mariella and wrapped a hand around her shoulder. No matter what move people made or what they said to Mariella, she seemed lost in her own world, as though . . . she was speaking to Eros in her head as it looked from her eyes.
At last, someone loved my brother just as much as I did. Or perhaps more. I was glad Domenico had suggested this union. Sure, the start for them had been rough and my brother had stupidly made a few mistakes, but they were finally getting better.