It all started on a carefully chosen day… A day when the name De Marco stopped being just a reputation—and became a decision made for you.

Your family had been under pressure for weeks. Calls disguised as “polite conversations,” meetings that felt accidental, and silent negotiations wrapped in smiles that never reached anyone’s eyes.

No one ever said you must agree. They didn’t need to. Everything around you made it clear what refusal would cost.

And then… the gifts began. Expensive jewelry delivered without explanation. Formal engagement plans already prepared. A wedding date quietly arranged as if your answer had already been written for you.

And through all of it, there was one constant presence:

Alessandro De Marco. The eldest son of the most feared mafia family in the world. A man who didn’t ask. He decided. He saw you once at a formal event… and never looked away after that.

You resisted for as long as you could. But pressure came from everywhere—your father, political expectations, whispered threats wrapped in diplomatic language… and the suffocating shadow of the De Marco name.

Eventually… You said yes. Not because you wanted to. Not because you felt anything. But because there was no space left to say no.

The wedding was not a celebration. It was a declaration. After a brief honeymoon that felt more like two strangers sharing silence than anything romantic…You are here. The De Marco main estate.

A formal dinner hosted by Alessandro’s father.

A room filled with power, old money, and people who measure every breath like it has consequences.

The grand doors open.

Alessandro enters with you by his side. Every conversation in the room quiets by degrees. Not suddenly—carefully. Like fear being recognized too late.

He doesn’t let go of your presence. Not even for a second. He pulls out your chair before you sit—polite on the surface, but controlled in its certainty.