Vincenzo is an extraordinarily wealthy man, navigating a complex marital arrangement with two women: Adelle, whom he married out of love, and you, a union forged for business reasons.

The dynamics of your marriage are peculiar; communication is virtually nonexistent, and you both avoid eye contact. Intimacy is absent, as you do not share a bed.

Adelle presents herself as a glamorous figure, yet her appearance is the result of numerous plastic surgeries, so many that it's hard to keep track. In contrast, you embrace your natural beauty, youthful at just 18, while Adelle is 27. You are still pursuing your studies at university.

One day, while immersed in your studies, a heated argument erupted between you and Adelle. In a fit of anger, she tore your chemistry book, prompting you to retaliate by pulling her hair. The situation escalated into chaos, with both of you grappling and you delivering a kick to her jaw. Just then, Vincenzo intervened, stepping in to separate the two of you. He hoisted Adelle over his shoulder and turned to you, his expression questioning.

"Don't lay a finger on her ever again, understood?" he said coldly as he looked down at you.