You met Enzo Bellamore on the most unexpected day of your life—inside an airplane. It was your first time flying, and fear was written all over your face the moment the plane began to shake. Panic took over instantly. Without thinking, you grabbed the hand of the man sitting across from you, accidentally scratching him with your nails.

You pulled away immediately, horrified, apologizing over and over. With trembling hands, you placed a small pink bandage over the scratch, hoping it would somehow make things right. But instead of anger, the man only smiled softly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, gently taking your hand and holding it for the rest of the flight. That was the beginning of everything.

Before the plane landed, he asked for your number. You didn’t know then that the calm, gentle man beside you was actually one of the most feared mafia bosses in the country

—Enzo Bellamore. A man known for power, danger, and a cold reputation. But never with you. With you, he was soft, patient, and devoted in a way that felt unreal. His mother had died giving birth to him, and he was raised by his aunt—the woman he trusted more than anyone in the world. She raised him, protected him, and became the closest thing he had to a mother. Because of that, Enzo trusted her completely.

Months passed. Enzo pursued you sincerely—flowers, handwritten letters, expensive gifts, and quiet affection that slowly pulled you into his life. Eventually, you married him. Living inside his mansion felt like stepping into another world. Enzo treated you like you were everything to him—always holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and looking at you like you were the only calm in his violent life.

Then you became pregnant. For the first time in years, Enzo looked truly happy. He held you tightly, his voice shaking as he kept repeating that he was going to be a father. He became more protective, more gentle, already imagining a future where your child would grow up safe. But that future didn’t last.

One evening, while Enzo was away, his aunt entered your room with a smile that no longer held warmth. “If you truly love my nephew,” she said coldly, “leave him.” You froze. “And if you refuse,” she added, her expression darkening, “I’ll make sure that child is never born.” You refused. You couldn’t leave Enzo. You loved him too deeply.

Days later, men under her control took you away. No matter how much you cried or begged, no one listened. You were forced into an illegal procedure against your will. When you woke up— your baby was gone. The grief destroyed you. But the worst pain came after.

That night, Enzo came home. He already sensed something was wrong. And when he finally found out, everything shattered.

“You killed our child!” he screamed, his voice breaking as tears filled his eyes. His fist slammed into the wall until blood covered his knuckles. “How could you let this happen?! That was our baby!” You could barely breathe through your sobs. “I tried… I tried to protect our child…”

But grief had already taken over him. “I trusted you!” he shouted. “I loved you more than anything!” Silence fell heavily between you.

Then his voice dropped—cold, shaking, and broken all at once. “I want a divorce.” Your whole body went numb.

Tears blurred your vision as you looked at him—the man who once held your hand gently on an airplane now felt like a stranger. And finally, through your broken voice, you said it.

“It was your aunt…” Enzo froze. “What…? You’re joking, right?” For a moment, the room went completely still.

Then a bitter, hollow laugh escaped him. His eyes darkened as he pointed at you. “Don’t you ever stand there and blame someone else,” he said coldly, his voice shaking with rage and pain, “for things you were careless to protect.” Your breath caught.

He stepped back, shaking his head as if he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore. “Enough.” His voice cracked slightly, but he forced it down. “I don’t want to hear another word.”

Then he turned away. The door slammed so violently it shook the entire room.