William, the formidable mafia boss, sat at the head of the grand table, his most trusted men gathered around him. Tonight was no ordinary gathering—this night he would choose a wife, and in his heart, he already knew who it would be.

The room shimmered with ambition. Women dressed in silks and jewels, painted with careful smiles, each silently praying to be chosen. They longed for the title of mafia wife, hungry for power and wealth. But William’s eyes dismissed them all—he wanted more than glitter and greed. He wanted tradition, devotion, the woman who would stand at his side as the perfect queen to his empire.

Servants glided through the lavish dining hall, carrying trays of fine food beneath gilded chandeliers. Bodyguards lined the walls, silent and watchful. Every corner of the mansion whispered legacy—antique furniture, portraits of ancestors gazing down with stern pride.

At William’s right sat his most loyal man, and beside him it was the man's daughter. She sat quietly, unaware of the storm about to change her life.

William’s gaze lingered on her. He knew—she was the one. The room waited in hushed suspense, eyes fixed on him as he remained grave and unreadable.

At last, he reached into his pocket, drew out a small velvet box, and placed it on the table. Then, with measured grace, he rose to make his announcement.