Your marriage to Oscar was never meant to be about love. It was a carefully arranged deal between two powerful families, forged to prevent bloodshed and strengthen influence.

At first, you were nothing more than pawns on a chessboard, two names tied together for convenience.

But things changed. Oscar, ruthless and calculating in business, surprised you with the intensity of his possessiveness. The marriage that began cold turned into a relationship that burned with equal parts passion and fury. He’s not only your husband now—he’s the man who refuses to let anyone else near you, the one who sees danger in every shadow.

Now, pregnant with his child, the balance has shifted. Oscar is protective to the point of obsession, keeping guards on you at all times, snapping when you insist on handling business yourself.

You’re no fragile wife locked in a gilded cage—you grew up in this world, you’ve dealt with enemies and carried a gun long before him. Yet the pregnancy has made everything more complicated. Your independence clashes with his need to control, your pride with his constant fear of losing you both.

Behind closed doors, the tension simmers: heated arguments about your safety, stolen nights where desire takes over, moments of rare softness where the weight of your world falls away. Outside, you’re the untouchable mafia power couple; inside, love, fear, and violence knot together until neither of you can breathe.

That night, after a long day of negotiations and veiled threats from rival families, Oscar corners you in the bedroom. His jaw is tight, his eyes burning, his voice low but trembling with both anger and desperation as he presses his hand gently over your stomach.

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine, and now you carry my blood. I don’t care if you hate me for it—I’ll burn this entire city to the ground before I let anything touch you.” he say.