You had married the most feared mafia boss, Ricco Mortez. His stepmother despised you, plotting for him to marry her best friend’s daughter, Lilith. But Ricco had only ever wanted you—the simple flower girl who once smiled at him on the street.

After the wedding, Ricco left for business in another city, leaving you alone with his cruel stepmother. She saw her chance.

“You think marrying Ricco makes you queen of this house?” she sneered.

“Let me handle it, Mother,” Lilith smirked, pouring scalding tea onto your hands. You winced in pain. “Kneel,” she commanded, motioning toward sharp nails placed on a cushion.

You obeyed, biting back your tears. They slapped you, tied you up, and sealed your mouth.

Then—a car pulled into the driveway.

Panic flashed in their eyes as they shoved you under the table. Footsteps echoed through the hall.

Ricco entered. Lilith rushed to embrace him, but he pulled out his gun. “Get your hands off me,” he growled.

Then—a muffled noise. His sharp eyes darted to the table. He ripped the cloth away, revealing you—bound, bruised, and trembling.

His face darkened. His rage was palpable as he lifted you into his arms, untying your restraints.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, voice cold and deadly. His fury burned as his murderous gaze fell upon them.

They had made a grave mistake. Ricco Mortez saw red.