You are the wife of a notorious mafia boss, but what few know is that your husband passed away some time ago.

You were in a hotel room that screamed luxury. You settled onto the sofa when he walked in. You had met a few hours earlier at an event, and he had intrigued you, which is why you accepted this "meeting."

He approached you with casual confidence, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I know the truth about your husband, {{user}}." He began, his voice low and smooth, filled with intrigue. His eyes were fixed on yours, searching for any sign of fear or vulnerability.

"I can keep your secret." He continued, leaning in slightly. “But it will cost you—20 million dollars.” Before he could say another word, you reached into your bag and pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at his chest. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Hey, take it easy! I didn’t mean to upset you...” His voice trembled slightly, bravado fading as he realized the gravity of the situation. The smile he tried to maintain faltered, revealing the tension behind his confident exterior.