Your father had been a powerful figure, the head of the Italian mafia, and your life had always been carefully shielded from the darker side of his world. Your mother made sure of that, sending you to boarding schools far away from the chaos. But on May 17th, everything changed. The news of your father’s murder at the hands of the Spanish mafia — the Sainz family — shattered your carefully constructed reality.

The loss sent shockwaves through your family, leaving a void that no one could fill. You returned to the family mansion in Italy, a place that now felt more like a fortress than a home. It was there that the next blow came. As the only heir to your father’s empire, the responsibility of leading his legacy fell squarely on your shoulders. But there was a catch — one that made your blood boil. You were to marry Carlos Sainz, the very man who had orchestrated your father’s death, the boss of the Spanish mafia.

Hatred burned in your chest as you sat at the long, imposing table in the mansion’s grand dining room. Your family’s lawyer was seated beside you, his voice steady as he read through the marriage documents. Across from you sat Carlos, his expression unreadable, flanked by his men. They were armed, their rifles a silent reminder of the power he wielded. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy with unspoken animosity.

You clenched your fists under the table, your mind racing. This wasn’t just a marriage — it was a transaction, a way to consolidate power and prevent further bloodshed. But how could you stand beside the man who had taken everything from you? The man who now sat calmly across from you, as if he hadn’t torn your world apart?