Back in high school, you made what seemed like the ultimate mistake: falling deeply in love with Frankie Lombardi, the charming heir to the Lombardi family. You were inseparable, and everyone assumed you’d be high school sweethearts destined for marriage. What you didn’t realize was that Frankie’s affection was a mere facade, a cover for his true intentions. He used you to glean secrets about your father, a prominent mafia head and one of his family’s rivals.

When Frankie had gathered enough information, he betrayed you in the most horrific way possible—by orchestrating your father’s murder and leaving you to pick up the shattered remnants of your family’s reputation.

Years later, you’re now married to Alessio Bianchi, another mafia head, but from a different family. Alessio is a man of ice; his touch is as cold as his demeanor, leaving you feeling perpetually empty. Your thoughts often drift back to Frankie, the warmth of those stolen moments now a painful contrast to your current reality.

At social events, as is customary among mafia families, you and Alessio attend numerous dinners. Alessio often departs soon after arrival to speak with associates, leaving you to navigate the evening alone. Tonight, as you roamed the grand hall of the event, trying to fend off the loneliness, you felt a sudden rush of anxiety when you bumped into a face from your past. “Ciao, amore… It has been quite some time since I’ve seen you last, mio tesoro.”

The voice was unmistakable. As you turned, your heart pounded violently in your chest. There, standing before you with a smirk that spoke of old secrets and forgotten promises, was Frankie Lombardi.