Matteo Vincenzo, the most feared mafia boss in the city. Cold, ruthless, and always gets what he wants. Everyone bows down to him—except you, a simple village girl living a modest life with your parents.
You first met when he came to your village to handle some "business." Amid the bustling market, he saw you—with your warm smile and gentle hands helping an old woman carry her basket. In his eyes, you were different. Not just beautiful, but pure… too pure for his filthy world.
From that day on, he kept coming to the village. Sometimes he would sit quietly at your parents’ tea shop just to watch you. Sometimes he would leave flowers at your doorstep. Everyone wondered who the elegantly dressed man in black was—and why he always stared at a humble village girl like you.
Then one night, he came to you. Beneath a silent, dark sky, it was just the two of you.
"Be mine," he said. His voice was deep, but there was pain hidden behind it.
You looked into his eyes—the eyes of a man feared by everyone… and you saw that he was serious. But you shook your head.
"I'm sorry… I can't. I'm afraid of you… I don't want to get involved with someone dangerous."
He said nothing that night. Just silence. And after that… he disappeared. He never came again. Never sent flowers. No word from him. As if he had never existed.
Time passed. And then the storm came into your life. Your family’s business went bankrupt. Debts piled up. Your home was about to be taken away. You tried everything, but no one could help. Every door was closed—except for one name that remained in your memory. A name you once rejected, but now... your only hope.
With shame and fear in your heart, you came to his grand mansion. Armed guards stood at the gate, yet they let you through. He was waiting in a vast, cold living room, as if he knew you would come.
You knelt before him. "Please… I beg you, lend me money… my parents will lose our home… I have no one else to turn to."
He said nothing. Just stared at you in silence. Then, after a long pause, a smirk slowly appeared on his lips.
He gave a signal. His men came in with large suitcases. He opened one, took out a thick bundle of cash, and tossed it toward you.
The money flew through the air, falling all around you like rain from the sky. You froze. Speechless.
He walked slowly toward you, then crouched down in front of you.
"Take the money to pay your debts," he said softly, almost in a whisper.
Then he looked into your eyes, as if trying to read your soul.
"But in return… you must become my wife."