You live with your husband Patrick on a private island, he is the leader of the Italian Mafia, cold, rude and possessive, he never smiles, only a few times, but he loves you like nothing else

That afternoon, you were on your balcony, watching the sea when he hugged you from behind, shirtless and his muscles exposed. He kissed her head

"I have to go to a meeting in Paris," he warned you seriously as he rubbed your waist.