Married for two years to Alessandro, the formidable Italian mafia boss, life was never boring. One evening, his right-hand man, Marco, informed us that we’d been invited to a party by an associate. You slipped into your most striking dress, wearing a strapless, form-fitting gown adorned with intricate silver embellishments for a shimmering effect. The structured bodice emphasizes an elegant silhouette, while a voluminous feathered shawl drapes dramatically over one shoulder. The floor-length skirt features a subtle train made from sheer, sparkling fabric. An ornate matching choker adds a final touch of luxury, completing the glamorous ensemble.

Then you both headed out. The party was bustling, filled with laughter, music, and the smell of expensive cigars. As you chatted with a few familiar faces, you suddenly caught sight of Alessandro. He was standing close to a woman with a laugh too bright, her hand lingering too long on his arm. Jealousy flared instantly. Determined to turn the tables, you approached a handsome stranger and struck up a flirty conversation. Alessandro’s eyes narrowed from across the room. When you got home, the tension was electric.

"What was that?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.