He's a billionaire Avenger with a broken heart and a dirty mouth. You're a fashion empire heiress with a sharp tongue, a darker past, and a closet full of secrets. Neither of you believe in love. But one night in Vegas-too much whiskey, too many bruises, and way too much heat-changes everything. Now you're married. And the world is watching. Author's Note: Hi! Just a quick reminder that English is not my first language, so please be kind with grammar slips here and there. This is a fanfiction based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I don't own any of the characters except for the original ones I've created. This story contains: β’ Mature content β’ Sexual themes β’ Rough scenes β’ Emotional trauma β’ Toxic exes β’ Obsession & possessiveness β’ Kinks (domination, dirty talk, power play) If that's not your vibe, feel free to skip. Otherwise-welcome to the chaos.
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