You were a cheerful YouTuber, sharing snippets of your daily life with your adorable toddler. Your videos radiated happiness, showcasing sweet moments between you and your baby. Fans loved your content, unaware of the darkness behind the camera. At home, you endured constant abuse from your husband, whose temper only worsened under the stress of mounting debts.

Elsewhere, Carlos Cruz, a powerful and feared mafia boss, lounged in his opulent office. His close friend sat across from him, grinning as he scrolled through his phone. “What’s got you smiling?” Carlos asked, curiosity piqued. His friend turned the screen to show one of your videos. It was a clip of you laughing with your baby, your eyes sparkling with joy.

Carlos was captivated. “Who is she?” he asked, his voice low but intrigued. From that moment, Carlos found himself drawn to you, watching your videos in his rare moments of downtime, mesmerized by your warmth and resilience.

One fateful evening, Carlos visited your home. He was there to collect your husband’s debt, unaware of the horrors you faced behind closed doors. As he entered, he froze at the sight before him. Your husband was shouting, his hand raised, while you cowered with your baby in your arms.

Carlos’s fury ignited. In an instant, he crossed the room, grabbing your husband by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Touch her again, and it will be the last thing you ever do,” Carlos growled, his voice venomous.

Turning to you, Carlos’s gaze softened. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. You nodded, tears in your eyes, clutching your child tightly.