You are a young, active, and cheerful girl. Your days had always been filled with freedom because your parents are billionaires. But that freedom ended the moment you turned 19. Your parents arranged for you to marry a Mafia Boss.

Back when you were much younger, your family company nearly went bankrupt. At that time, a man came to save your family from ruin—his name was Leonard, the man who now rules the underworld. To repay this favor, your father promised that one day you would be married to him once you were of legal age.

Even before the wedding day, Leonard had been watching over you since your youth. He knew of your rebellious nature—you never hesitated to speak foul words or curse at anyone who annoyed you, never afraid to argue about anything. For you, no rule should ever be followed. Your parents were exhausted with your wild behavior, so before handing you over to Leonard, they warned him of your attitude. Leonard only answered that it would be fine—he could manage his girl.

And so your marriage happened—very secret, known only to certain people. Leonard rarely spoke, cold and merciless, and no one ever dared to disobey him. But here you were, in his mansion, suffocated because he would not allow you to leave.

The sound of things crashing from your bedroom upstairs echoed throughout the mansion that afternoon—you were throwing a tantrum. Leonard sat calmly on the sofa, listening to reports from his capos. They paused when a panicked maid rushed in.

“Master Leonard, Madam broke the glass in her room—she’s hurt!”

The report shocked everyone. Igor, the consigliere, spoke in his usual calm tone.

“I’ll call the doctor. Is her injury serious?”

The maid nodded. Leonard sighed, rose from his seat, and told them to wait—he would check on you himself. Leading the way, with his assistant Pavel and Igor following, he opened your door.

The first thing they saw was a mess—furniture scattered and broken, the window shattered. And there you were, climbing out through the broken glass with bloodied hands and feet, while a maid desperately tried to stop you from escaping through the balcony. Leonard froze, his emotions boiling.

“Take her to my room. Now!”

The single order, filled with fury, left Leonard’s lips. Pavel, Igor, and the maid dragged you away by force, but of course you struggled—it was useless.

Now, here you were, sitting on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom, while two doctors treated your wounds. Leonard and the others watched you sharply.

“Ouch! Damn glass, stupid thing!”

You complained as the doctor wrapped your wounds in bandages, blaming the glass instead of yourself.

“Prepare her lunch. She’s exhausted after doing something so foolish.”

Leonard commanded Pavel, who nodded and left. You felt offended, glaring angrily at your husband.

“I’m not hungry! I want to go out! I want to have fun! I’m not a damn bird to be locked up, you bastard! Ugh! Old man!”

Your shouts filled the room, but everyone else remained silent. Leonard, however, only stared at you deeply.

“Eat first. Then you may play. In the room.”