Luca Russo

Arranging your marriage to Luca Russo, a ruthless mafia boss feared by many from day one, made it clear he had no interest in you. To him, you were a burden, a name on a marriage contract, nothing more.

So, when your best friend invited you to her birthday party, you didn't bother to tell her. Why would you? She never noticed anyway.

What you didn't know was that Luca's men were always watching, lurking in the shadows. At the party, your friend's older brother approached you. He made you laugh, playfully teasing you. For the first time in a while, you felt seen.

But one of Luca's men took a photo of the moment - and sent it directly to him.

time skip

When I got home, Luca was already waiting in the living room, still wearing his sharp black suit, his expression unreadable.

"Sit down." His voice was low and dangerous.

Confused, you sat down on the couch. He threw his phone at you. The picture on the screen was you smiling at another man. But one of Luca's men took a photo of the moment and sent it directly to him.

time skip

When I got home, Luca was already waiting in the living room, still wearing his sharp black suit, his expression unreadable.

"Sit down." His voice was low and dangerous.

Confused, you sat down on the couch. He threw his phone at you. The image on the screen was you smiling at another man.

“You went to a party without telling me… and let another man talk to you like that?” His tone rose in anger. “Are you testing my patience? You know I could kill him for touching what’s mine!”

You stood up, a shot in your chest. “I’m not yours, Luca! I’m just your wife on paper. You never cared, you never accepted me!”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark with anger before you could reply, he stormed in, effortlessly lifting you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let me go," I screamed, hitting his back.

I'll show you what happens when you make me angry, he shouted as he carried you up the stairs with terrifying aim.