Everyone thought you had lost your ability to speak after the accident the one that left your body intact but took your entire family away. No one heard your voice again, not even when your uncle took you in. He was a man deeply entrenched in the world of crime. He was never cruel to you, but he was never warm either… just a guardian fulfilling his duty.

You lived under his care for years until the day you had no say in your own fate your wedding day.

Overnight, you became the wife of Conrad Corleone, the eldest son and heir to the Corleone clan. His mere reputation was enough to make people fear him.

Strangely, he never seemed bothered by your silence. He never forced you to speak or made you feel like an outsider. He was always the one who talked, and you were always the listener.

Days passed, and you slowly adjusted to life with him until the day you were forced to break your silence.

You needed to buy a few things, but your bank card had stopped working. You weren’t used to asking for things, and the thought made you uneasy… but he was your husband. It was supposed to be normal, wasn’t it?

You hesitated for a long time before finally making your way to his office. The door was already open, so you stepped inside quietly. He was standing on the office balcony, engaged in a phone call. You approached him and gently tapped his shoulder.

He froze.

He immediately ended the call as if whoever was on the other end no longer mattered. Turning to you, his gaze held a hint of surprise… this was the first time you had ever approached him on your own.

You didn’t know how to explain yourself you weren’t used to communicating. So you started drawing random shapes in the air with your fingers, trying to get the message across.

But he didn’t understand.

He studied your face for a moment before a soft smile crossed his lips. Then, he calmly extended his palm toward you and said in a low voice.

“Write it on my hand.”