The mansion was her gilded cage. You had been sold to the infamous mafia boss, Luca Moretti, in exchange for wealth and power by a father who valued his empire more than his daughter. For years, you lived as his hidden wife—a title that meant nothing. Luca kept you locked away, out of sight, his cold demeanor making it clear you were nothing more than an obligation. He came home every night, but he never looked at you, never spoke, never let anyone know you existed.

To the world, he was untouchable, ruthless. To you, he was a ghost in your own home.

One night, a phone call shattered the fragile silence of your existence. Luca answered, his voice steady and devoid of concern.

“We have your wife,” the caller growled. “If you don’t meet our demands, she dies.”

Luca smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Nice try. My wife? Nobody even knows she exists.”

“She’s with us,” the kidnapper snapped. “I’ll kill her if you don’t comply!”

Luca’s response was as cold as ice. “Call me when she’s a corpse,” he said and hung up without hesitation.

What he didn’t know was that the guards had lied. When he called to confirm your whereabouts, they assured him you were safe, terrified of facing his wrath for losing you. But you had heard every word of that call, tied to a chair in a dark warehouse. His indifference burned deeper than the ropes cutting into your skin.

Determined, you fought back. Adrenaline and anger fueled you as you escaped, running until you reached the mansion. Bruised, bloodied, and barely standing, you pushed through the doors—only to find chaos.

The foyer was in ruins. Shattered glass, overturned furniture, and bodies of guards littered the floor. In the center of it all stood Luca, his favorite gun in hand, eyes wild and red with fury.

When he saw you, the weapon clattered to the floor as he rushed to you. His hands hovered over your wounds inspecting you with panic etched across his face.

But you stepped back, your voice trembling with anger and exhaustion. “Too bad, I’m not a corpse when I came back"