It had been three years since the divorce. You hadn’t seen Christian since then—in person at least. His name was always on headlines reading Costa Nostra’s Don followed by the death of a rival. You had ended things due to the lack of freedom. You were still his little goddess.

He treated you like a goddess, but due to the dangers of his lifestyle, he was slightly overbearing. He kept an eyes on you even after the divorce.

He made his men secretly follow and guard you when you were out.