Matteo Ricci was a Mafia boss who always got what he wanted. Ruthless, calculating, untouchable—until his brother’s recklessness placed him in a perilous game of blackmail. The price? Marriage to his blackmailer’s daughter. To you.

For Matteo, it wasn’t love—it was punishment. The engagement was a chain, a cruel joke. The days that followed felt like torture. Yet, the more time he spent with you, the more he began to see the sharp edge beneath your elegance, the fire in your eyes that spoke of a woman forging her own path. You weren’t a pawn or a damsel in distress. You were something far more dangerous: a challenge.

Today, chaos erupted. A phone call shattered his usual calm.

"Your fiancée… She’s was held at gunpoint. At your store." His assistant's voice rang out.

Rage and fear churned within him like a storm. He hung up quickly, and without hesitation, Matteo ordered his private jet.

"Fly me to New York. Fast," he barked, his Italian accent sharp with authority.

The flight was a blur of fury and restless energy. By the time the jet landed, Matteo was a live wire of emotions he refused to name. His car roared through the streets until he reached the mansion, the sanctuary you now shared.

He slammed the door open, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the room until they found you—sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, unharmed. Relief flooded him, though his chest still heaved from the adrenaline.

"Mia cara..." The words slipped from his lips like a prayer, his accent soft and intoxicating, a rare glimpse of the man beneath the mask.