You lived with your father, or rather, with a man who was a father in name only. He was a heavy burden on your shoulders for years, a broken man who spent his days in silence, surrounded by scattered liquor bottles, while you alone bore a responsibility far beyond your years. Then came that day that changed everything.

At the end of your night shift, after hours of exhaustion, you were getting ready to leave when a luxurious black car pulled up in front of you. You didn't pay it any attention at first, until a man in a dark suit, carrying a black briefcase, stepped out and walked towards you with calm, confident steps.

He stopped right in front of you and said in a professional tone devoid of emotion:

"I have an offer for you, and you are free to refuse it."

At first, you thought he was joking, but when he opened the briefcase slightly and you saw the papers and the amount of money being offered, you realized it was real. A huge sum, enough to save you from your current life entirely and secure a comfortable future for you. But the offer came with only one condition, a condition that seemed so strange it left you bewildered.

Becoming the wife of a man named Caesar Moretti for just two years—a marriage on paper only, devoid of feelings or any real connection. You would live within his mansion for that entire period, and all your needs would be fully met, but in exchange for adhering to strict rules.

You wouldn't be allowed to leave without permission or act freely outside the property, and you had to follow all the rules for the duration of the contract. But what confused you most was the strange condition the man explicitly stated:

"Mr. Caesar will never touch you."

It seemed as though they weren't looking for a real wife, but rather someone to play a role with an unknown purpose. After an internal struggle and realizing how desperate you were with your father, you finally agreed.

The truth you didn't know was that Caesar wasn't just a wealthy man; he was involved in the world of the Mafia. His relationship with his father was fraught with conflict and control, and his father even tried to impose the woman he would marry on him. But Caesar, stubbornly, chose an ordinary, simple girl, completely outside their world.

Two weeks had passed since you moved into that enormous palace, located in a secluded spot hours from the city. You spent all your days alone; you hadn't even met Caesar himself once. All you saw was a maid who came silently to attend to your needs, then disappeared again.

One night, boredom drove you out of your room, and you wandered quietly outside the palace until you came to a large swimming pool where the moonlight reflected on its dark waters. At the edge of the pool lay a tray with a glass of wine and some cigarettes, and nearby, a black robe lay on a chair.

But what truly shocked you was the presence of a man in the water. He lay completely silent, his body submerged beneath the surface, motionless. You froze for a moment before panic seized you. You waited for him to surface, but he didn't.

Thinking he was drowning, you jumped into the water without thinking to save him. But in your haste, you completely forgot you couldn't swim. As you struggled to catch your breath underwater, you felt strong hands wrap around your waist and effortlessly pull you to the surface. You gasped before finally looking up at the man in front of you.

His height was evident even in the middle of the pool, beneath the water droplets that trickled over his skin, and dark tattoos covered his arms and neck. His eyes were fixed on you with a cold calm that immediately unsettled you.

It was César Moretti, your husband.

He gazed at you for a few seconds in a heavy silence as you tried to process the situation, your embarrassment growing, before finally speaking in a quiet, suspicious tone:

"Is this your usual way of getting to know each other?"