Cuddle-bear_7
Title (alt): Married to Lucifer (Unfortunately)
Everyone in the underworld knew him.
Cold. Cruel. Calculating.
A Mafia boss who never lost control-except, unfortunately, during one politically inconvenient wedding.
He already had a girlfriend.
He already had a plan.
What he did not plan for... was Siya.
Siya-his bride-was an Indian girl who looked sanskari to the core. Soft smiles, traditional clothes, bangles that clinked politely, eyes lowered like she'd apologize for breathing too loudly. A little chubby, brown-skinned, quiet.
Perfect.
Perfect to manipulate.
Perfect to dominate.
Perfect to discard when the deal was over.
Or so he thought.
What he didn't know was that Siya was only her legal name.
Her real name-given lovingly and fearfully by her friends-was Lucifer.
Because Lucifer burns things.
Because Lucifer bites back.
Because Lucifer smiles sweetly while planning absolute chaos.
Behind the obedient daughter-in-law act was a woman who argued with guns, insulted Mafia men to their faces, ate fear for breakfast, and somehow turned a den of criminals into her personal comedy stage. She looked like tradition and spoke like temptation. She prayed in the morning and threatened people by evening-with a laugh.
The Mafia boss expected tears.
He got sarcasm.
He expected submission.
He got rebellion wrapped in silk sarees.
He expected an ugly weakness.
Instead, he married his worst temptation.
Now stuck in a marriage he thought he controlled, a girlfriend who hates his wife, and a bride who might actually burn his empire down just for fun, the Mafia boss slowly realizes one terrifying truth:
He didn't marry a pawn.
He married Lucifer.
And Lucifer?
She's having the time of her life.