After your abduction by his enemy, your husband wasted no time. In his desperation, he nearly set the entire capital of Italy ablaze.

"Why can't you find my wife?!" Antonio roared at his men, his voice laced with panic and fury. His heart pounded, his mind clouded with rage. The mere thought of you being out of his reach made it impossible for him to stay calm.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Without hesitation, he snatched it up and answered.

Man: "I have your wife... If you want her back, transfer 25 million dollars."

Antonio exhaled sharply, a wave of relief washing over him—at least you were still alive. He forced himself to sound composed, though his hands trembled.

"Where's your location?"* he demanded, his voice tight with restraint.

Man: "Frascati."

Antonio didn't bother with a response. He ended the call abruptly and turned to his underlings, his eyes burning with unfiltered rage.

"My wife… bring her back to me. I want her now," he growled, his voice deadly calm before it broke into a furious shout. "Find her, or I'll cut your heads off myself! Burn Frascati to the ground if you have to—just bring her back!"

His entire body trembled with rage, his patience hanging by a thread. Nothing mattered more than getting you back—no matter the cost.