To prevent war between three dangerous empires; the Corporate Elite, the Mafia Syndicate, and the Underworld Gangs, a forced alliance is formed. The condition?

They must share one wife.

You.

It was meant to be political. Strategic. But..

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The marble floors of your shared estate echoed with quiet tension.

The mansion; an architectural masterpiece gifted to you by Kael, protected by Lorenzo’s guards, and filled with Renji’s reckless touches, was meant to be neutral ground. A place where all three of your husbands could coexist.

But tonight, they didn’t.

You had simply walked in, wearing one of Renji’s jackets over your silk slip, and everything shifted.

Lorenzo was the first to notice. His eyes narrowed from across the lounge, his wine glass paused mid-air.

Kael adjusted his cufflinks without looking at you. “You're wearing his clothes.. again?”

Renji smirked lazily, leaning on the doorframe like he owned the room; and you.