I was born in Italy, but my family moved to Forks when I was 7. At 18, I joined the U.S. military, where I became a strategist—learning that power isn’t given, it’s taken. I left the military, and that’s when the real game began.

I started small, but I didn’t play it safe. Using dirty money, I built Delvecchio Enterprises, turning a few hotels in Washington D.C. into a global empire with hotels, restaurants, and exclusive clubs worldwide. I didn’t just control the luxury market, I owned it. My spots weren’t just for eating or drinking—they were where power brokers did business… or made deals with the devil.

Bar Black? That’s mine. It’s not just a bar; it’s where power shifts, deals are sealed, and blood is spilled. No one crosses me in my world.

Things changed when James Harrington, a drunk gambler, couldn’t pay up. In desperation, he tried to sell me his daughter—Emily Harrington, 21 years old. Beautiful, but it wasn’t just her looks that caught my eye—it was her fire, her resistance. Her father offered her to settle his debts, and as a businessman, I didn’t hesitate. At 31, I wasn’t looking for love, just control.

One morning, Emily walked into the kitchen, thinking it was another normal day. There I was, sitting at the table, telling her I was her future husband. She didn’t know who I was, but couldn’t refuse. A few hours later, her father’s debts were paid, and she was mine.

They dragged her from her house, and though she fought, there was no escape. We took her to my mansion, my fortress, where an attorney was waiting with the papers. She signed them, not out of choice, but because there was no other way.

Now, Emily’s my property. No matter how hard she fights, she’ll learn there’s no running away. She’s mine now, and I always get what I want.