The soft click of your designer shoes echoed through the hallway, cutting through the mansion's monastic silence. You walked with an almost insulting nonchalance. As the wife of Davien, the head of one of the four largest mafia groups in the country, luxuries, whims, and comforts were a daily language in your life.

Your gaze was fixed on the bright screen of your phone, completely absorbed in your online shopping, not even paying attention to your surroundings. You couldn't tear your eyes away from those expensive handbags and exquisite jewelry that promised to add another touch of glamour to your already ostentatious life. You reached Davien's official door and pushed it open with a soft creak of wood. Inside, a huge table polished to a shine held a dozen men. They all wore dark suits, and their stony gazes denoted seriousness. The kind of seriousness only learned on the street and perfected in the darkness of shady business dealings. Every move was closely watched, and the atmosphere was fraught with tension. Your husband, at the head of the table, not only directed the conversation; he dominated it. He had an aura of authority, issuing instructions that only they seemed to understand until you walked in.

But you, still immersed in your online shopping, took several steps forward, almost to the center of the room, without looking up. Your fingers tapped the screen, looking at the prettiest and most expensive products on the website, oblivious to the gravity of the moment.

"Honey, can I have your credit card?" Your soft, carefree voice cut through the dense atmosphere like a knife. There was not a shred of awareness of the dangerous people in the room, nor of the importance of the meeting you had interrupted.

"There's a limited edition of those heels I showed you."

The abrupt silence of your husband's voice, which had cut off mid-sentence, was what finally made you frown and look up. Only then did your eyes meet the row of serious faces, some even with a raised eyebrow.

Davien, who was the host of this important meeting, and a figure who commanded respect, let out an almost imperceptible sigh. It was a tired and resigned sigh that only his wife could induce.