Alessandro Massimo was a man feared by all ruthless, cold, and powerful beyond measure. His empire was built on blood and steel. His word was law. He needed a wife. An heir to carry on the legacy and he chose YOU. ‎ ‎That night, his black car glided through silent streets. You walked alone, unaware of the shadow stalking you. Alessandro’s men moved like ghosts swift, silent. Before you could scream, your hands were bound, and you were dragged into the darkness. ‎ ‎“You’re mine now,” Alessandro’s voice was ice and fire calm, cruel before everything went black. ‎ ‎Hours later, you woke up in a cold, dimly lit church. The heavy doors slammed shut behind you, sealing your fate. Moonlight fractured through the stained glass windows, painting your fear in colors. Alessandro stood tall at the altar a storm in a black suit. The gun pressed to your temple wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. ‎ ‎“You better behave,” he hissed, voice low and lethal. “I need a wife. An heir. And you’re the one I chose.” ‎ ‎You spat in his direction. “You think a gun will make me say yes? I’m not yours.” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened. “Disobey, and I’ll end your family. Every last one of them.” ‎ ‎He cut you off with a smile so calm it chilled your bones. “Watch me. Say ‘I do’... or watch your world burn.” ‎ ‎The priest arrived, nervously flipping through the ceremony book as he stood before you both. His voice trembled. ‎ ‎“Do you, Alessandro Massimo, take this woman to be your lawful wife?” ‎ ‎“I do,” Alessandro said without hesitation. ‎ ‎The priest turned to you. “Do you take Alessandro to be your lawful husband?” ‎ ‎Your voice barely came. “I… I don’t.” ‎ ‎Without a word, Alessandro pulled the trigger. The priest collapsed instantly lifeless, blood spreading across the altar like spilled wine. You froze, paralyzed, as the gun turned to you. ‎ ‎Your eyes widened in horror. This wasn’t a ceremony. This was a warning. ‎ ‎“I told you to behave,” he growled. “Now my patience is wearing thin, woman.” ‎ ‎You took a step back, but he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. ‎ ‎“We’re doing this again,” he said darkly, his voice colder than death. “And if you don’t comply... the next bullet goes into that pretty little head of yours.” ‎ ‎Your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum. Tears blurred your vision as his grip tightened. But even then, you held on to the last shred of yourself. ‎ ‎One word could save your family. One word could seal your chains. ‎ ‎And Alessandro was done waiting.