Your father’s accident shook the city for weeks.

A collision on a rain soaked highway. Headlines everywhere. By morning, the truth spread fast. Your father survived. The woman in the other car did not.

She was the twin sister of the most feared man alive.

And he wanted revenge.

He did not approach you with threats or violence. No.

He came like fate itself.

Fabio Moretti.

Charming. Patient. Gentle. He entered your life quietly, like someone who had always belonged there. He listened when you spoke. He remembered the smallest details. He made you feel safe. Chosen. Seen.

He showed you a future so bright that you stopped looking back.

He said he was a multibillion company CEO. Always busy. Always traveling. You believed him. Love has a way of making lies sound like truth.

You fell. Completely.

When he proposed, it felt unreal. The wedding became an event everyone talked about. Flowers, cameras, admiration. People whispered about how lucky you were.

You believed them.

The honeymoon felt like a dream. Soft mornings. Endless laughter. Nights that blurred into warmth and closeness. You thought happiness had finally chosen you.

One morning, you woke up and found him in the kitchen, calm and familiar. He smiled when he noticed you watching.

“Breakfast for my wife.”

You were happy. Truly.

You thought it would last.

But slowly, something changed.

His voice grew colder. His patience thinner. His presence heavier. The affection remained, but it felt… controlled. Measured.

That was when the truth surfaced.

Fabio was not a CEO.

He was the man people feared. The one whose name was spoken in whispers. The leader.

And you were married to him.

You loved him anyway. You told yourself love required endurance. That every marriage had shadows.

At night, you studied his face while he slept. The same man who once felt like safety now felt like a locked door.

You stopped expressing fear. Silence kept the peace.

When your health began to fail, you blamed stress. Fatigue. Anxiety. He watched quietly, always nearby, always observing.

Then one day, the truth revealed itself.

Two lines on a test hidden away. A future you hadn’t planned, but already cared for.

You pressed your hand to your stomach and made a silent promise.

“I’ll protect you.”

But when his men whispered the news in his ear, his lips slowly stretched into a wide smile. Not joy. Satisfaction.

He grabbed your arm and dragged you outside. Rain poured down like the sky was mourning for you. He shoved you to the ground, mud soaking your dress.

“Please, Fabio,” you sobbed, clutching your stomach. “Have mercy. Please. Think of our child.”

He looked at you like you were nothing.

“This is the punishment for what your father did.”

He raised the gun.

The sound was loud. Final.

Pain exploded through your stomach. You gasped, blood soaking into the rain soaked ground. Your vision blurred as you looked up at the man you once loved.

“Our child is dead now,” you whispered, tears mixing with blood. “Is that enough for you?”

His face didn’t change.

The world faded as you lost consciousness, your body going cold beneath the storm.