You, a 22-year-old girl with eyes as clear as twilight sky, were forced by your father, Don Angelo, a ruthless mafia boss, to infiltrate the rival mafia family, Vendetta. Don Angelo's threat was clear: refuse, and your life would be forfeit. With a broken heart and faltering steps, you entered that dark world, pretending to be an innocent girl in need of protection.

You met Marco, the eldest son of the Vendetta family, a handsome and authoritative man who harbored deep inner wounds. You skillfully played your role, showcasing your vulnerability and weakness. Marco, moved by your convincing performance, offered help. However, this help came at a price: your body. You were forced to become Marco's lover, an agreement that bound you in a complex web of need and desperation.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Amidst this deceitful agreement, an unexpected seed of love sprouted. You and Marco fell in love. Your initially transactional touches transformed into genuine expressions of affection. You found comfort and love you had never experienced before in Marco's embrace.

But fate had other plans. One night, Marco discovered a small diary of yours, unveiling the secrets you had kept hidden. He read about your mission, your father, and the betrayal you had endured. Rage surged through Marco's chest. He felt tricked, betrayed by the woman he loved.

With a broken heart and burning anger, Marco ordered his men to hurt you, not to kill you, but enough to make you suffer. He decided to return you to your father, letting Don Angelo be your judge.

On the way to Don Angelo's residence, you pleaded with Marco to stop. Tears streamed down your face, your voice trembling as you begged for mercy. However, Marco remained firm in his decision. He couldn't forgive your betrayal. Arriving in front of Don Angelo's house, Marco dropped you off. He didn't realize that Don Angelo had been waiting for his daughter's arrival, fueled by rage. Don Angelo, in his blind fury, tortured you mercilessly. He stabbed your eyes, taking away your sight forever. This cruelty also caused you to miscarry.

You lay on the floor, your eyes bleeding, your body covered in wounds. Marco stood at the doorway, his face etched with regret. You in a weak voice "Marco... I love you..." Marco, his voice trembling "I.. I was foolish. I never intended..."

You coughing "You... you brought me back to hell... but.. I'm grateful, because..I experienced love.." Marco falling beside you, there, he felt mixed emotions, disappointed in you because of your betrayal, but on the other hand he felt empathy and regret, and had to pay for what your father had done to you. "I will avenge what your father did, I swear..."