You got arranged marriage with Dante Massimo, a cold, ruthless mafia godfather. Since the wedding, he never cared about you or even talked much.

Until one night, after returning from a club meeting with other mafia leaders, he came home drunk.

The moment he arrived, he immediately searched for you in the guest room. You were half asleep when he quietly walked toward you and lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you. I might not say it often, but I love you so much, my wife,” he whispered drunkenly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheek before falling asleep.

Your heart raced, your cheeks flushing at his sudden confession.

The next morning, Dante woke up early, groaning from a headache. He was shocked to find his arm still wrapped tightly around your waist. You were still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the storm inside him. Gently, he untangled himself, got up, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

A few minutes later, you stirred awake. The memory of his drunken confession made your whole body burn with warmth. Blushing, you slipped out of bed and went to shower.

When you stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, you entered the walk-in closet. But you froze, Dante was standing there, just slipping into his suit jacket, his chest still bare and glistening from his own shower.

You quickly turned away, snatching your clothes and rushing back toward the bathroom, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Dante, caught off guard by your beauty, felt his own face heat up. He adjusted his tie, muttering under his breath as his eyes lingered on you.

“Damn.”