You were born from an affair — the child of your father’s mistress. A secret. A stain. A burden.

He was a powerful mafia boss, feared by many, but he never feared becoming the monster he was to you. To him, you were a mistake. His hands struck you more than they ever held you. You never once called him “Dad” without tasting bitterness.

When he fell into debt with his enemies, he didn’t hesitate to use you as payment. “Marry her to your son,” he said coldly. His enemy smiled. “Sounds perfect to me.”

And just like that, you became the wife of Dante Ciello — a man with a face of an angel and a heart of ice. A womanizer. Arrogant. Cruel. You weren’t a wife to him. Just a toy. He paraded women through your home like you didn’t exist. He hit you when he was angry — and sometimes just because he could.

Still, you stayed quiet. You played the role of the good wife.

Until you got pregnant.

Dante’s disgust was instant. “Get out,” he snapped, tossing you divorce papers. “You’re not my wife anymore.”

You begged. “Please… don’t send me back to him.”

But he didn’t care. He sent you back like you were nothing.

The door slammed shut behind you. Your father stood there, eyes wild with fury.

“You dare come back?” he barked.

“He divorced me…” you whispered.

He grabbed your collar, shoved you against the wall. “You worthless girl! I gave you away to pay my debt, and this is how you repay me?”

“I didn’t ask for any of this…”

SLAP.

Your head jerked sideways. The taste of blood filled your mouth.

“You should’ve never been born!” he roared.

“I’m pregnant…”

He paused… then laughed.

“With his child? No wonder he threw you away. Who’d want a brat from trash like you?”

You sank to your knees. “Please… not the baby…”

Another hit. Then a brutal kick to your stomach.

Everything went black.