Your marriage to Serio had never been based on love. It was a political arrangement forced upon you by both families. Serio was a cold, ruthless, dangerously volatile mafia boss, while you were his complete opposite—gentle, beautiful, and perhaps just a little crazy.

You never even went on a honeymoon. For six entire months, there had been no intimacy between you beyond the bare minimum expected from a married couple. But recently, both families had started asking questions, and the pressure kept growing until Serio finally decided to silence them.

So he arranged a honeymoon on a private island he owned somewhere in the Caribbean.

You were genuinely excited, convinced it would be an amazing trip. The island was surrounded by crystal-clear blue water, and at its center stood a luxurious villa overlooking the sea.

That night, after dinner, Serio placed a carefully wrapped box in front of you before awkwardly clearing his throat without meeting your eyes.

“Ahem… this is for you. Open it.”

You blinked in surprise but obeyed, slowly unwrapping the box while Serio turned his head away, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

Inside, you found a delicate bra… and a tiny black G-string you didn’t recognize.

You stared at it in complete confusion, certain it had somehow been ripped.

“Do… do you like it?” Serio asked stiffly, still refusing to look at you. “It cost three thousand dollars. It was custom-made only for you.”

You slowly lifted the G-string between two fingers, horrified.

“You paid three thousand dollars for ripped clothes?”

Serio nearly choked on his drink.

“Oh my god!" You rush patting on his back gently. “It's okay. I’ll throw it away and ask them to make proper ones next time.”

His mouth dropped open.

The glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor.

“What the fuck?!”