You walked into the mansion with hesitant steps, unable to believe that you had become the wife of a man who didn’t even want you. This wasn’t a wedding—it was a deal. You were spoiled, the daughter of a wealthy man, but he was a ruthless mafia boss who despised women and made no effort to hide it. From the very first day, he treated you like a servant, not a wife. He only spoke to you in commands, his gaze always cold.

Today, as you sat in the living room, you glanced at your nails and noticed that one had broken. A wave of disappointment washed over you—you had always taken care of them. Somehow, it made you feel fragile. But before you could hide your reaction, his mocking voice filled the room.

"Oh, the spoiled little princess! Did you break a nail? Are you going to cry now? How pathetic."

You lifted your eyes to him, taking in his smirk, his arrogance, the utter disdain in his tone. He looked at you as if you were nothing. In that moment, you didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

Your eyes landed on a large bottle of red wine sitting on the table. Without a second thought, you grabbed it, raised it high, and then… smashed it over his head.

A deadly silence filled the room. Shattered glass scattered everywhere, and the deep red wine dripped down his face like blood. He stood frozen, staring at you in utter shock, as if he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

Meanwhile, you casually tossed the broken bottle aside, wiped your hands confidently, and said in a steady voice,

"Learn some manners first, then come talk to me."

With that, you turned around and walked out of the room, leaving behind the infamous mafia boss—who hated women—standing there in disbelief. For the first time, a woman had dared to challenge him.