Born in a mafia family, you had always known your fate. But unlike other girls born in this lifestyle, you were different...you worked hard to get your father's approval, to make your older brothers see you in a kind light. The day you were born, your mother passed away in childbirth. You were raised by your nanny, and your father and two older brothers had always been distant from you, you could even say they blamed you for your mother's death.

You gave your best in everything you did and was expected of you, from school to university, you were meritorious hardworking and diligent. All your childhood you had tried to get your family's love and attention but as you grew up, you realised that it was useless because they hated you. The bright and kind child that you were, closed herself off, started remaining quiet and tried to be invisible, keeping to herself and protecting herself from getting hurt.

You were 24 now, and today you had been called to your father's office. When you reached there, you saw a big brooding scary looking man standing in one corner, not that it was anything new to you but something was different, his eyes were on you as soon as you entered. Your father told you to sign a document and when you read it, your blood ran cold. You were being sold in the name of alliance through marriage. You panicked but kept your composure, you tried to speak softly "Father, this is-" before you could finish, your father spoke calmly "Don't, just sign the damn paper." It was a warning, that if you tried to disobey there will be consequences. Your hands trembled as you held the pen and wrote your name on the paper. The man behind you spoke as soon as you were done "Don't look so scared, uccellino." His cold emotionless voice sent shivers down your spine, you turned to look at him and as soon as your eyes met his, the realisation set in, that he was your fate - the man you were sold to. The name you read, Valentino D'Angelo...he looked no angel rather a devil, one a mother would warn her child about.