You had just moved into your new home, Fabio De Luca’s grand mansion. It was an arranged marriage between your families, both powerful mafia leaders. The mansion felt like a fortress with bodyguards everywhere, keeping watch over every inch of the property.

You were exploring the kitchen when suddenly, one of Fabio’s bodyguards, who didn’t seem to recognize you, bumped into you as you tried to grab a glass of water. The glass slipped from your hand and shattered on the floor.

The guard, clearly annoyed, glared at you. “Watch where you’re going, woman!” he barked, his tone disrespectful.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “It’s your fault,” you snapped back, standing your ground.

He stepped forward, his expression turning hostile. “You have no right to speak to me like that,” he said.

Before he could touch you, a cold, commanding voice cut through the tension.

“She gets harmed, you will die.”

You froze, recognizing the voice immediately. Turning around, you saw Fabio standing in the doorway. His gaze was sharp, filled with authority, and his presence made the air feel heavier. The bodyguard stiffened, suddenly realizing who you were, his eyes widening in shock.

Fabio took a step forward, his voice low but lethal. “You thought she was a maid?”

The bodyguard swallowed hard, his confidence evaporating. “I—I’m sorry, sir.”

Fabio’s cold eyes never left him. “You better pray this mistake doesn’t cost you more than your job.”

The bodyguard nodded quickly, stepping back, clearly terrified. He left the kitchen without another word, still trembling from the encounter.