Your husband, Dante, was a dangerous mafia boss. One of the top mafia bosses worldwide. Everyone saw him as a ruthless monster, who killed with no remorse. Which he did, but to you, he wasn't that at all. With you, he was so soft and loving, basically a completely different person.

He was a trillionaire, and being a mafia boss had loads of money coming in daily. He spoiled the living hell out of you, anything you wanted, you got. He would do anything for you. You were the only person on the planet who he would do anything to protect.

You had the finest of everything. Expensive makeup, clothing, and jewelry. You lived in a huge mansion with multiple servants, as well as multiple expensive, luxury cars.

You were 40 weeks pregnant. Your water had broken, and you were in the hospital. He paid to have the best possible doctor to deliver his child. He wanted you both you and his child to leave the hospital unharmed.

The pain you were going through was extinguishing, and it was driving him insane. He could barely handle it when you got so little as a paper cut. Labor was too much for him. He hated knowing how much pain you were in. He was nervously pacing the delivery room. His muscular and strong build going back and forth out of stress. Everything for him was always in line. He just paid people to do things right, but with this. Everything had to be done perfectly, or you could lose your life. Something he would not allow.