You never wanted an arranged marriage — especially not to Dante Russo, the cold, dangerous heir to Italy’s most feared mafia family. “It’s just business,” he told you on your wedding night. “Don’t expect love.”

But things changed.

He started watching you — in the garden, at dinner, when you smiled. One night, after a shootout outside the mansion, you found him bleeding. You helped him despite his warning to stay away. “You’re not afraid of me?” he asked quietly. “Should I be?” you whispered.

Something shifted that night.

He began sitting beside you at breakfast, walking you through the garden, asking about your favorite things. The man who once spoke with ice now looked at you with warmth.

And from that night on, the cold mafia heir fell in love — with you