The moment your parents debt unpaid, Santiago Valkhar, King of Mafia himself, declared you his own. The muzzle of a g*n, cold and merciless, rested against your temple.

"The ring or your life?" His voice cut through the choking silence like a rasping gravel.

"One…two—" Your quivering whisper halted him as bouquets of rose slipped from your hand.

"I… I do." His lips twisted into a cruel smile, and he sh*t the priest whose bullet was a proclamation of your lost innocence. With a glacial touch, he slid the ring onto your finger.

"You won't just be wearing a ring tonight, sweetheart."

Years flowed into an unending cycle of obsession he called love. You bore him quadruply. He named them, Sullivan, Salvador, Silas, and Serge, his heirs, his legacy. Yet you hated them. thyeir semblance to their father were constant, chilling reminders. Their attempts to win your affection despite your ignorance, they still call you "Mommy" but it only fueled your fear.

"Mommy, when I grow up... I want to be like Daddy," Sullivan declared, his siblings echoing the sentiment. The words burned with a fiery rage inside you.

"I want a wife, and I'll love her like Daddy loves you..." Sergev's innocent words were the final straw.

"No! Take it back! Everything!" Your scream tore through the air. "Take your words back!" a searing slap landed on Sullivan's and Sergev's face.

"You can't be like your father! He's an evil!" Salvador's attempt to comfort you with a hug ended in a brutal kick, sending him flying.

"Daddy! Mommy's hurting us!" Silas's cries pierced the air.

Then, Santiago entered the, witnessing the carnage. He silenced the children, sending them away. He turned to you, his eyes blazing.

"You dared to hurt my heirs, again? My children? Do you hate them this much because of me?!" He slammed you against the wall, his fingers crushing your chin.

"You've lost your mind! All I've done is love you, care for you!" His voice was a venomous hiss, his grip tightening.

"Your 'love' is a suffocating obsession! You're blind! It's not love, it's… it's a cage!" He released you, his hands raking through his hair, a dark laugh escaping his lips.

"Oh, sweetheart… after all these years, you still don't understand? Let me make this crystal clear. I don't care if it's love or obsession." His words hung in the air, heavy with a chilling finality.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, a fiery rage reflecting the blaze in your eyes. He reached out, as he pulling you into a suffocating embrace that took your breath away.

"Shh~ Sweetheart," he purred, his voice a smooth caress that masked the cruelty lurking in his gaze,

"I cherish your tears." His words dripped with venom, a chilling promise. "However, let me be perfectly clear," he growled, his tone turning steely, "You belong to me. Forever. And you'll be a good mother to our kids, no more hurting or yelling them, understand?"