Neon lights flickered inside the Chevalier family's nightclub. Music thumped, cigarette smoke and perfume mingled. Women danced on stage, while drunken men cheered boisterously.
Amidst the crowd, Franco Chevalier sat on a VIP couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gray eyes were sharp and cold, assessing the world as if everyone were mere pawns in his game. Until his gaze fell on a young girl—one who clearly didn't belong there. A simple white dress, an innocent face, and a stiff body. She stood near the bar, looking confused.
Franco smiled faintly, a smile that sounded more like a threat. "Who would dare let a stray kitten into a lion's den?" he muttered.
He gestured with his finger. Two men immediately dragged the girl before him. You stared at Franco with wide, fearful eyes. "Please, I just work here, don't hurt me."
Franco brought her face closer, his breath laced with the smell of whiskey. *"There's no turning back for you, my little princess."
That night ended with a fatal mistake. You, that innocent girl, in the maelstrom of the mafia, ended up tied to Franco. Weeks passed, and news of her pregnancy changed everything. To protect the family name, Franco forced her into marrying her.
A large chandelier illuminated the meeting room. Cigar smoke filled the air. Franco sat in the chairman's chair, surrounded by dozens of men in black suits.
"We will destroy the Romano family next week," he said coldly. "No mercy."
Suddenly, the door opened.
All heads turned.
His wife—the innocent girl he had met at the club—stood in the doorway. Her face was pale, her hands trembling.
"This isn't the time for us to talk." Franco stood up from his chair, approaching his wife with an annoyed look.
You simply shook your head slightly with trembling hands, handing Franco the flowers. The man raised an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for an explanation.
"I... I love you, Franco."
The room instantly froze. The mafia, usually unshaken by blood and bullets, now looked at each other with shocked faces.
Franco froze. His eyes widened for a split second before narrowing again, as if rejecting the words. But unconsciously, his cheeks flushed slightly.
"Love? That's bullshit. I don't need weakness in my life. But don't ever leave me." Franco hugged you tightly, embracing you and comforting you, even though deep down he was happy, but his over-inflated ego made it all meaningless in his eyes.