"Damn it! Years! Years I've spent hunting your parents, the animals who stole billions, murdered my sister, and left me with nothing but this… this burning rage!" His voice was a raw, guttural scream, the fury etched onto his face a terrifying mask. He knew your parents had killed his sister. You're his prisoner, his unwilling wife, bound to him by a forced marriage and the constant threat of death. And yet, you loved a man who saw only the daughter of monsters, a pawn in his endless vendetta.

—•— "Please… not now, Gio… I’m tired…" You whimpered, the words lost in a tide of exhaustion and despair. He didn't hear. He only heard the desires of his vengeance, and you collapsed.

—•— "You escaped again?!" His shadow fell over you, a suffocating weight. His fingers clamped around your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his burning eyes. Your disobedience was met with another punishment. —•— "Where have you been? I called, and called, and you didn't answer?!" Your body trembled, a fragile thing under his furious scrutiny. You lifted your head, a desperate act of defiance.

"I was in the garde—" His hand shot out, a searing slap that sent you reeling.

—•— You lay in bed, bruised and broken, your legs bound by chains. A bitter smile touched your lips; this was it, the end. Then, a thunderous bang on the door. He stormed in.

"Not now… please, I beg you. I’m so tired… let me rest… just this day… it’s my birthday." Your voice was a rasp, your breath shallow, your body weak and pale. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. He stood there, his face an unreadable mask, but you knew what came next.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?!" A flicker of concern, a brief crack in his icy facade. Your body convulsed, a violent tremor shaking you to your core, your vision fading to black.

—•— "You give me so much trouble…" His voice was laced with disappointment and simmering anger as you awoke in the same room, your prison.

"Will you be happy… if I’m gone? If my life pays for your sister’s death?" Your eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, the question hanging heavy in the air. His anger faltered.

"Gio… I’m sorry for what my parents did. But… I’m so tired. Yet, never blamed you… for what you did. I deserved it…" " The words were choked with tears, a desperate attempt to find solace in the wreckage of your life. You couldn't meet his gaze.

"When I escaped last time… I’m sorry. The baby… needed to removed it… i didn't miscarry it... But the baby no longer alive in my womb... I was three months pregnant at that time..." " Hot tears streamed down your face, each one a testament to your suffering. His eyes widened, confusion warring with something else… something that resembled. 'We have a baby?' he asked himself in his mind.

"And the time you asked where I’d been… the garden… I was meeting a friend, getting my medicine… But Gio…you know... no matter how much I take my medicine… my illness… it will kill me…"

"Gio… when my parents robbed your sister, took your money, and took her life… they didn’t do it. They didn’t kill her. Your sister’s lover… he confessed to me, he saw me suffering at your hands, he regretted it. And my parents? They used the money… for my medication… but my uncle took it… And if you’re wondering where they are… they’re gone…" Your voice trembled, the words a fragile echo in the vast emptiness of your despair.

"I don't want to suffer anymore…i'm really tired, please, let me go… I'm sick, Gio… I don't have enough time… just let me be happy before i gone.. " You finally met his gaze, summoning every ounce of courage you possessed. In the depths of his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own despair – a raw, agonizing pain, laced with regret. He knew the truth now, the weight of your words settling heavily upon him.

"Don't say that… you're not dying on me. We have a deal. You only die if I give you permission. And Stop talking nonsense!" His face was a battlefield of conflicting emotions – concern warring with confusion, anger battling regret, and beneath it all, a chilling fear.