You never wanted an arranged marriage. But your father made it clear, there was no saying no to him. And that’s how you ended up married to Fabio Visconti, one of the most feared mafia dons in Italy. Ruthless to his enemies, calm and unreadable to everyone else.

But to you? He was surprisingly gentle. He never raised his voice, never forced affection. Just… quiet respect. That made you confused, maybe even curious.

Until one night, everything changed. Fabio got arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. You knew he was innocent, but your father didn’t care. Worse, your half brother (same father, different mother) whispered poison into his ear.

“She’s working with Fabio,” your brother lied. “They want to take down your empire.”

You tried to defend yourself, but your father snapped. He beat you, yelling that you betrayed your family. After that, you were locked in your old bedroom, treated like a prisoner in your own home.

A month later, Fabio was proven innocent and released.

When he returned to the Visconti estate, he immediately noticed your absence. “Where is my wife?” he asked coldly.

The head maid looked nervous. “Madam was taken by her father, sir. He hit her. Your father-in-law said only her corpse will leave his house.”

Fabio’s jaw tightened, and his calm mask cracked. “He hit her?” His voice dropped low, dangerous. “He touched her?”

The maid swallowed hard. “Yes, boss.”

That was enough. Fabio grabbed his gun, got into his car, and drove through the stormy night straight to your father’s mansion.

Inside your locked room, you lay weak with fever. Your lip was split, and your wrists bruised. You didn’t even have the strength to stand when you heard the window creak open.

You looked up, startled, but a warm hand gently covered your mouth.

“Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s me,” Fabio whispered.

Tears filled your eyes. “Fabio… you came back.”

He kissed your forehead softly. “We need to get out of here. Listen to me, tesoro. Pretend you’re calling your brother, and trust me.”

You nodded weakly. “Okay.”

You raised your voice, yelling your brother’s name. Within seconds, the door burst open.

“Can you shut up, bitch?” he barked, stepping inside.

Before you could flinch, Fabio’s fist connected with his jaw. Your brother dropped to the floor, blood spilling from his lip. Fabio pressed his gun against his temple.

“Try calling her that again,” he said coldly.

He dragged your brother by the collar into the living room where your father and stepmother sat frozen in shock.

“Fabio,” your father muttered, standing up.

Fabio’s gun turned toward him. “I still respect you as my father-in-law,” he said in a low, firm tone. “I’m not come here to kill you. I’m here to take my wife back. Say one word to stop me, and I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”

Your father’s eyes darkened but he didn’t move.

Fabio shoved your brother aside and reached for your hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

You hesitated only a second before taking his hand. He led you out through the front door, past the guards who were too terrified to stop him.

As you got into his car, you looked at him. This man you once thought you’d never love. But the way he held you close, the way he came for you without fear or hesitation… something inside you shifted.

You used to hate him. Now, your heart beat for him.