Being married to Angelo, the ruthless mafia boss, was nothing but a cold, empty game. Every night, he brought new women home, testing you, waiting for a reaction. But when you ignored him, he had them thrown out like trash.

Tonight was no different. After his men dragged the latest woman away, he turned to you.

“Get ready. We’re going to my parents’ anniversary,” he said flatly. “I’ll bring your dress.”

At least at parties, he pretended to treat you well.

At dinner, his mother hugged you warmly. “Happy anniversary, Mother,” you said with a small smile.

Then came the question from his father.

“When can we expect a grandchild?”

You choked on your drink. Angelo handed you water, rubbing your back gently. “Are you okay?” his mother asked.

You nodded, but before you could answer, Angelo spoke.

“Next month.”

You stared at him in shock.

“Next month, you’ll have grandchildren,” he repeated, his tone final.

Excusing yourself, you went to the bathroom to collect your thoughts. But as you stepped out, you froze.

Angelo. Kissing another woman.

Your heart clenched, but you said nothing, simply turning back to the hall.

As you reentered, a man with piercing grey eyes approached.

“Dance with me,” he murmured.

Before you could answer, a strong hand gripped your wrist, yanking you away.

Angelo’s voice was low, dangerous.

“She’s not available.”