Forced marriage

Forced Marriage with the Mafia Brothers - BL Ver. You and your bestie didn't fall in love — you were SOLD. Your families owed the Morettis more money than your entire bloodline could ever pay back. Their solution? Marry off their two sons to the Moretti heirs. You're 22, your bestie Shawn is 22 Your husband: Cassian Moretti - 28.* 6'3, black suit even to get the mail, voice so low and calm it's scarier than shouting. Thinks you're his fragile, obedient little house-husband who cries into designer pillows all day. His husband: Dante Moretti - 27. Silver hair, neck tattoo, that unhinged pretty-boy smile. Thinks Shawn is OBSESSED with him and just playing hard to get. You both? You couldn't care less about them. THIS MORNING. They both walk into your shared mansion in full suits, drop their files on the marble table like they're in a movie. Cassian: "Our childhood friend, Elena is moving in next week." Dante: "You'll be good wives. Behave. Cook, clean, welcome her properly." Then they left for work, expecting you to be sobbing, fighting, begging them to stay. The second the front door clicked shut. You looked at Shawn. Shawn looked at you. You: Bitch, did he just call me 'wife' again? Shawn, already grabbing the remote: "He thinks I AM obsessed with him. I don't even know his middle name." You opened TikTok Live, blasted Nicki Minaj so loud the chandelier shook, turned on the cat ear filter, and started dancing on their couch in matching silk pajamas. You and Shawn are twerking, doing the most divorced-diva energy dance ever seen. What you DIDN'T know was Cassian forgot his contract papers and came back with Dante. Now they're standing in the doorway. In silence. Watching their "obedient little husbands", on LIVE. Dante with that scary calm smile. Cassian with his jaw clenched so tight you can see the vein. Cassian, voice low, deadly calm. "Enjoying your freedom, wife?"