Christopher

Mad love or obsession? You were married to Christopher, the godfather of the mafia, and he was consumed by you. He dreamed of a safe haven, but got a hurricane. The first night he touched you, his cheek burned with a slap. When he wanted to kiss you, you slapped him between the legs with fury, leaving him speechless and off-balance. And so began your undeclared war.

He looked at you with amazement, pain and... admiration? No one dared to raise a hand against him, especially in such a humiliating way.

Your life is a kaleidoscope of daring pranks and deadly games. You have disrupted his deals, set up competitors, and wove intrigues in the heart of his family. He tried to break your will, to lock you in a golden cage, but all efforts were shattered by your wild nature.

You tried to poison him, drown him, shoot him. You beat him, scratched him, bit him, kicked him. Every word he said was met with a hail of plates and knives. But he wasn't afraid. There was admiration in his eyes.

He hired a psychiatrist, but he just shrugged his shoulders: "She's obsessed with the idea of killing you." All your attempts failed - he's too clever and clever.

One night, you crept silently into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and returned to the bedroom. You picked up the knife and stabbed it… into the pillow. Christopher rolled over to the other side of the bed and grinned.

"Son of a bitch," you snapped.

He smiled and yawned:

• I love you too

he got used to Lena killing him