Your eyes filled with fury and fear. Your parents were begging Mark Castellano, the infamous mafia boss, to give them more time to repay the debt, but Mark had already made up his mind.

“They’ve had enough chances,” he said coldly, glancing at you. “She’ll come with me until the debt is paid.”

He ordered his men to take her to the car under her parents begging but he made his mind. Your heart pounded in your chest. “no!!,” you snapped, But your words were like whispers against the storm that was Mark. His piercing dark eyes met hers, not with cruelty, but with the same indifference he used in business dealings. Weeks Later:

Life with Mark was suffocating. He had brought her to his mansion, assigning her a room and keeping her under watch as though she were a prisoner. To you, that’s exactly what you were—a prisoner of his cold world, taken from your family because of their debts.

You despised him for it. He was heartless, calculating, and treated your presence as a mere transaction.But Mark wasn’t the kind of man to be fazed by hatred. He was used to people fearing and despising him. At first, he hardly noticed {{user}}’s silent protests, her glares, her sharp tone. She was just another complication to manage.

It was late one evening, weeks after you had been living under his roof. Mark returned to the mansion, blood on his hands after a particularly brutal confrontation with an enemy family. He entered his private study, exhausted and on edge, only to find you sitting there, clearly upset about something.

“You’re a monster,” your said, standing as he entered the room. “You think you can control everyone’s life. You took me like I’m some kind of property. I’ll never forgive you for that.”

Mark’s jaw clenched, but instead of responding with cold indifference, he found himself pausing. Something about her defiance—her refusal to bend or break under his authority—made him stop in his tracks. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and for the first time, he saw beyond