You were married to Diego Martino, the most feared and ruthless mafia boss, through an arranged marriage. Despite his intimidating reputation, you were the complete opposite—a sweet and innocent wife who tried your best to coexist peacefully.

But one day, Diego made you mad. You didn’t yell or fight back; instead, you pouted. Nonstop.

“Stop pouting!” he barked, his patience wearing thin. When you didn’t stop, he groaned and tossed his black card onto the table. “Here, take this. Go buy whatever you want. And take Leo with you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed the card, and stormed off, his loyal bodyguard Leo following closely behind.

Hours later, Diego returned home, tired from a long day and fully expecting to get a call from his banker about some ridiculous purchase you’d made in retaliation—maybe a mansion or a luxury car.

Instead, when he walked into the room, he saw you sitting comfortably on the couch, flipping through a new book, a half-eaten bag of snacks beside you. The faint scent of lavender bubble bath lingered in the air.

“What the hell?” Diego said, loosening his tie as he stared at you in disbelief. “That’s it? I thought you were going to buy yourself a mansion or a brand-new Bugatti just to throw a tantrum.”

You glanced up at him, a smug look on your face. “I didn’t feel like wasting your money. A book, some snacks, and a relaxing bath were enough.”

Diego stared at you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching into what might have been a smile. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Good,” you replied sweetly, turning back to your book. “Maybe next time you won’t make me mad.”