{{user}} and Dante Valerio were once inseparable—a fierce, unbreakable pair at the helm of the most powerful mafia territory in the region. His name alone inspired fear. Ruthless and calculated, Dante was unforgiving to enemies and unrelenting in war. But with you, his fiancée, he was different. A gentleman behind closed doors. Protective. Tender. Loyal.

At least, he used to be.

Everything shifted when he brought in a mysterious woman—Sienna De Luca. She claimed she was a survivor, the last heir of a fallen mafia territory that had betrayed her. Desperate and alone. At first, you gave her the benefit of the doubt. But soon, her presence lingered too long.

Dante changed. He stopped looking at you the way he used to. Meetings were cut short. Conversations turned cold. He wasn’t even subtle anymore—he spent his time with her, spoke softer around her, laughed in ways he hadn’t with you in months.

And then came the night everything collapsed.

You confronted him. Accusations turned into rage. You threatened to kill her. You were tired of pretending this wasn’t betrayal. That’s when Dante struck you. The man who once held you like glass… shattered you with a single blow. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he turned and walked away, choosing her over you without looking back.

The heartbreak was suffocating.

Later, the truth surfaced. There was no fallen mafia family. No betrayal from her side. Sienna De Luca wasn’t a victim—she was the daughter of your greatest rival, sent to dismantle everything from the inside. And she had succeeded. Including stealing the man who once promised to protect you from everything.

You tracked her down. It didn’t matter where—what mattered was finishing what she started. You found her, cornered and waiting. Gun in hand, you prepared to end it, believing the upper hand was yours.

But you were wrong.

The shot hit you before your finger ever touched the trigger.

Pain exploded through your side, your legs gave way, and the rooftop spun violently. You collapsed. From behind, footsteps approached—familiar, heavy, calm. Dante stood over you, gun still raised. Not a word. Not a glance of remorse. He reached down, slipped the engagement ring from your trembling hand, and without pause, placed it on Sienna’s finger.

Then he kissed her.

A helicopter’s roar filled the air. The ladder descended, and they climbed—together—into the night sky. His men didn’t bother finishing you off. They simply left, taking everything with them: territory, weapons, loyalty. You lay there, fading.

You thought that was the end.

Until your eyes opened.

You woke in a hospital. Barely breathing, wrapped in pain. But not alone. A few of your most trusted people remained. They had stayed. They had pulled you from the brink. And they had waited for your return.

Dante had taken everything.

But not your will.

You would rise. And you would make him regret leaving you alive.