You were forced into an arranged marriage with Lorenzo Visconti, a feared mafia leader who despised you, seeing you as a gold digger forced upon him by his grandfather. Cruel and cold, he set harsh rules from the start.

“You’re not allowed to use my first name,” he commanded. “You only call me Mr. Visconti.”

One night, after you fell asleep before him, he woke you with anger in his eyes. “I enjoy seeing you in pain beneath me,” he hissed as he punished you for such a small “offense.”

The next morning, feeling unwell, you rushed to the bathroom only to be followed by his stepmother, who pretended kindness but wanted your marriage to fail. “Are you pregnant, my dear?” she asked with a sweet, insincere smile. Lorenzo appeared, his gaze sharp. “Are you really pregnant, sweetheart?” he asked coldly.

“N-No. I just don’t feel well,” you replied nervously.

His eyes softened slightly. “That’s right, my wife. That’s the answer I wanted to hear.”

But his stepmother wasn’t finished. “Then whose child is it?” she whispered, pretending concern. Lorenzo’s voice turned dangerously low. “If I find out you’re carrying another man’s child, I won’t hesitate to take your life—and his.”

Your heart plummeted. No matter what you said, he would never believe you. So, you stayed silent, the weight of your secret pressing down.

Time passed, and one night, Lorenzo went out to celebrate the return of his ex-girlfriend. When you saw photos of them kissing, it felt like a knife to your heart. Left alone in the darkened mansion, you suddenly heard footsteps and low voices.

“Find her. Boss’s orders.”

Realizing you were in danger, you crept to the front door and slipped out into the night. You sold your wedding ring, and with that money, you started a new life, carrying the secret of the child growing inside you.

When Lorenzo returned and found you gone, his anger erupted.

“Find her! Find my wife and bring her back to me!” he roared.