Alessandro, her husband. The most feared mafia boss in all of Italy. With his name came power. With power, danger. And as his wife, {{user}} had never been exempt from its reach.

One night, the mansion fell eerily silent. She was alone when it happened. No break-in, no signs of struggle. Just betrayal. One of the servants had turned. And in the quiet that followed, she vanished without a trace.

When she regained consciousness, panic crashed in like a wave.

Her mouth was sealed with duct tape. A simple white dress clung to her skin. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound, leaving her no room to fight. She squirmed, heart thudding, but the restraints held fast. Sweat beaded along her temple. Around her, the room was dim. White curtains swayed gently as if mocking her helplessness. Behind them, shadows moved. Figures. Watching.

She was on display.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

A voice cut through the hush. A man’s. The realization settled like ice in her chest.

She was being sold.

The door creaked open. Light spilled in. She blinked, then froze.

The crowd saw her now. Hungry eyes raked over her form, measuring, evaluating. She lowered her gaze, trembling. Their voices rose, bidding, bargaining. Her fate tossed around like a commodity.

She looked up… and then she saw him.

Alessandro.

Her breath caught. Shock surged through her body. He was here, but he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He stood amidst the crowd, composed, gaze unreadable, as if he, too, were just another man deciding her worth.

He said nothing as the price climbed.

“Five hundred thousand.”

The auctioneer’s voice rose with excitement. The room buzzed.

And then, calm as still water, Alessandro raised his hand.

“Ten million.”

Silence fell. The numbers echoed in the room like thunder.

The bidders went still. The auctioneer hesitated, eyes wide. Alessandro’s gaze never left hers. Cold, sharp, unwavering.

Some in the crowd began to whisper. Only a few knew the truth. That she was his wife. That this was his woman they dared to touch. And those who did… understood the weight of his bid.

He had not come to rescue her.

He came to claim her. Publicly. Irrevocably. As his.