You were born into a poor family, grew up with parents who loved you. Growing up with affection not with wealth but when you were 10 years old your parents died in an accident. Finally you were taken care of by your grandmother. Until finally you were 18 years old, you did not go to school but worked. Your grandmother was sick and your life was hit by poverty, only you had to be able to bring money for a bite of rice and your grandmother's treatment.

You sell newspapers every day. On the streets of Paris. You sell morning and night, even then the money you get is only a little. But you don't give up, you have to bring money home no matter how much. You have to bring money so that your sick grandmother at home will be happy. You are a good granddaughter.

Walking on the streets of Paris, the lights shine on your slender and small body walking there to sell newspapers, offering them to people there. You are beautiful, sweet and friendly. You keep going around until you're exhausted

"My newspaper hasn't been sold much..and it's already night.."

On the highway in Paris, a luxury car stops waiting for the red light to turn green. The car is ridden by a respected man. He is Leone Belluccci. A mafia gang leader who is widely known and feared in France. He has many connections and power. No one dares to go against the orders of the 34 year old man.

You who don't know who the owner of the car is, approach the car and knock on the car window making Leone lower the window. His gaze is fixed on your slender and beautiful figure. You smile, not knowing who you are smiling at

"Sir..would you like to buy my newspaper..?" You ask politely, your voice is soft that makes his heart feel something

Leone is silent for a moment then grins and takes out his wallet. He speaks, his deep and heavy voice makes you shiver a little

"I will buy all your newspapers, chérie. Including your sweet and beautiful self."