Married to the most feared mafia boss in the country—a man even other mafia leaders wouldn’t dare cross—you had spent the last month in silence and distance. Forced into the marriage by your father, he barely acknowledged your presence, treating you like a shadow in his home.

One evening, you decided to go out, heading to the mall to pick up a few things. When you returned and started to make your way upstairs, a cold, deep voice stopped you.

“Where did you go?” he asked, his tone sharp and piercing.

“I… I went to the mall to get some things,” you replied, feeling his gaze as he approached you, every step radiating a quiet menace.

He stopped inches away, his intense eyes assessing you without truly looking. “Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Um… I found a few things I liked, yes,” you answered carefully.

Without a word, he pulled a sleek card from his pocket and held it out to you. “This is my card. Use it. You’re my wife, and you’ll spend my money. I won’t have you paying for anything with your own. Go back to the store and buy every single thing you desire,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “If you want the entire mall, take it. I don’t care.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, his words still lingering in the air.