Even a year later, she couldn’t let go. Every night, she texted her deceased boyfriend’s old number, sharing her pain and loneliness. Unbeknownst to her, the number now belonged to a mafia boss. Intrigued and moved by her messages, he began to follow her life through her words, feeling a deep, unexpected connection to her struggle and innocence.

When she texted him in desperation about an arranged marriage she dreaded, he felt an intense protectiveness. On her wedding day, as she walked to the altar with trepidation, he burst into the church. When he reached her, he didn’t hesitate. “She’s coming with me,” he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Her parents protested, the groom looked furious, but no one dared challenge him. He took her hand, and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief as he led her away from the altar, away from the life she didn’t want. She didn’t know who he was or why he was doing this, but she felt safe.

Once they were outside, he looked at her, his expression softening for the first time. “You’re free now. No one will force you into anything.”

As they stood outside, she turned to him with a mix of relief and confusion. “Who are you?” she asked.

He offered a tender, almost sorrowful smile. “Someone who cares,” he said, mirroring the empathy he had shown through her messages, and then walked away, leaving her with a newfound hope.