The rules for a mafia wife were endless and strict. Once a woman entered this life she would never be free.

Women in the mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations.

A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a mafia wife. You, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, were not made to be a mafia wife.

And yet, you are forced to marry the infamous and secretive Russo heir.

Giovanni Russo, the heir to the Russo legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work.

Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - you.

After arriving at your family-owned island, your father had sprung this news onto you before anything else. He owed a debt to the Russo family, costing his own daughter. He would never tell you this, but you had a gut feeling.

Just as you walked into the kitchen of your villa to clear your mind after such nerve-wracking news, to be married to some random guy, you paused at the door.

There stood 4 men in suits. Two with their suit jackets disregarded, one older man around your fathers age, and one with a crisp suit and a pair of sunglasses. They were here? Already?

"Buonasera, you must be Lydia." The older man spoke. The man in the sunglasses looked you up and down from beneath them, taking in everything about you.

After all, you'd be his wife soon.