He was a ruthless mafia heir feared by everyone in the underworld. Power, money, and loyalty meant everything to him. Love? That was never in his plan until he met you.

Among his three wives, two were chosen through family arrangements, perfect on paper, elegant and well-trained. And then there was you, the village girl who didn’t even know how to wear makeup properly or dress like them. You were never meant to stand beside a man like him. But somehow, you were the only one who owned his heart.

One morning, you sat quietly at the long dining table, feeling out of place as the other two wives exchanged smug glances.

“Look at her,” Camilla said with a laugh, her manicured fingers tapping her wine glass. “She still eats like she’s in some countryside hut.”

Helena smirked. “It’s embarrassing, really. Alessio should’ve known better.”

You lowered your eyes, keeping your voice small. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, darling,” Helena teased. “Existing is wrong enough.”

Before you could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension.

“What did you just say?”

Everyone froze. Alessio Moretti stood at the doorway, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. He wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking from his wrist.

Helena’s face went pale. “We were just talking—”

“Talking?” He stepped closer, his voice calm but dangerous. “Because it sounded like you were insulting my wife.”

Camilla scoffed softly, “She’s your wife too, but she doesn’t fit in here. We’re just being honest.”

Alessio’s eyes darkened. “You’re right. She doesn’t fit in.”

Your heart sank until he continued.

“She doesn’t belong in this shallow nonsense you two live in.”

He walked over to you, took your hand, and pulled you gently to his side. “Out of all of you, she’s the only one who reminds me I still have a heart.”

You looked up at him, confused. “Alessio…”

He cupped your cheek softly. “Don’t let their words get to you. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”

Helena looked away in silence. Camilla clenched her jaw.

Alessio glanced back at them one last time. “If either of you tries to hurt her again, I’ll make sure you regret ever speaking.”

He led you out of the room, his arm firm around your waist.