In the grand hall lit by glittering chandeliers, every head lowered the moment he walked in—your husband, the mafia boss whose very name was enough to make enemies tremble. You moved at his side, your elegant gown flowing with each step not because you were a queen, but because you were the only woman daring enough to stand beside him.

His strong arm wrapped firmly around your waist, a silent declaration of possession no one could question. His sharp gaze swept the room, warning anyone who thought of coming closer. Then, in a low, dangerous whisper meant only for you, he said.

“As long as I’m here, no one dares to touch you.”

And everyone knewit wasn’t just a promise, it was law.