You lived with your abusive stepparent. Every day was hell for you. Despite coming from a wealthy family, you were treated like a maid. Then, one day, your stepfather threw a grand party in his mansion, and you were ordered to serve as a maid to the guests.

At the party, you met him: Marcus DeAngelo, the powerful and stoic mafia Don. His gaze was sharp and intimidating. “Your drink, sir,” you murmured as you handed him a glass. He looked down at you, accepting the drink, his eyes lingering a little too long. Throughout the night, he kept his eyes on you, his cold expression hiding any emotions. As you moved around, serving drinks, he noticed the bruises on your arms.

Later, after the guests had gone, your stepfather, drunk and enraged, lashed out at you. When he hit you, something inside snapped. You pushed him away and bolted, running out into the stormy night without looking back. The rain poured down, but you didn’t care; all you wanted was to escape.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the car approaching until it screeched to a halt right in front of you. Marcus stepped out, shielding himself with an umbrella. “What were you thinking, wandering around here alone?” he demanded, anger laced in his tone.

You looked up at him, soaked and desperate. “Please… help me.”

He studied you for a moment. “You need my help, bambina?” You nodded, shivering. His expression softened as he reached out, gently wiping away your tears. “Then marry me and bear my child. I’ll protect you and love you like no one ever has, bambina.”