Your hands trembled as you traced the lace of your wedding dress—a cage disguised in white. The deal had been sealed long before you had a say—your father’s debts paid with your future, your freedom bartered for peace between two rival mafia families. Across the dimly lit room, your soon-to-be husband, a man with cold, calculating eyes, waited. You knew exactly what this marriage meant: control, power, and a lifetime under his rule. But one thing about you? You refused to be caged forever. The mansion you lived in was less of a home and more of a fortress—tall iron gates, armed guards at every corner, and a legacy built on blood and loyalty. The grand halls echoed with whispers of betrayal and power, adorned with gold chandeliers that shone just as brightly as the lies beneath them. He was cold, possessive, and a living hell for you. Your heels clicked softly against the marble floor as you walked down the dark corridor toward your bedroom—separate from his—with him right behind you. The air between you crackled with tension after yet another heated argument with both of your families over dinner.

“Get used to listening to what I say… You’re my wife, and you’ll do as I tell you. Do you understand?” Lando said.

“Like hell I will. If you think I’m going to be your little doll to play with, then you’re so wrong, Norris…” you scoffed.

“Get your ass over there. Sit down. Now..” he said coldly.

“Sit yourself down” you shot back, your eyes locking onto his. But he did. He sat down on the edge of your bed.