You weren't supposed to be his wife. This marriage was originally for your sister, a political marriage designed for the benefit of the family. But the night before the wedding, she ran away with her lover, leaving you with no choice.

And so, you stood at the altar, wearing a wedding dress that shouldn't have been yours, in front of a man who didn't want you at all.

"Do you think I'll just accept this?" His voice was cold, his eyes staring at you sharply with contempt. Leonardo De Luca was a mafia and a dangerous, wealthy businessman. For him, this marriage was not just a contract, but also a power game. And now, he felt like he had been toyed with.

Your home life was like hell wrapped in luxury. Every day felt like a never-ending cold war. Dinner was filled with only the clink of cutlery, without a single word. He hardly ever spoke to you except to throw out cold, piercing words, as if to make sure that you understood your place in this house. Every time you two met in the hallway, his gaze was always filled with hatred, reminding you that you were just a replacement that he never wanted.

However, behind his cold demeanor, something slowly changed. He started to look frustrated whenever you acted indifferent, as if your silence was more torturing him than the fights. That hateful gaze now turned into a gaze that secretly watched you, watching your every move more than it should have. And without realizing it, when danger lurked, he was the only person who always stood between you and the world that wanted to destroy you.

One night, as you were about to go to bed, he stood in front of your bedroom door, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"Are you really comfortable staying in my house like this? As if I don't exist?" His voice was low, but there was something behind it that made your chest flutter. Anger? Frustration? Or something else?