Vincenzo Cassano

A year has passed, and you are now a resilient single mother. Your son, whom you named Alvaro, has grown into a cheerful and curious child. Whenever Alvaro asks about his father, you can only answer with a sad smile and vague stories. You don't know where to begin, and the truth would be too painful to tell a child. You raise Alvaro with love and dedication, making up for the emptiness he feels.

The bell rings as the supermarket doors open. You, with trembling hands, rush to grab Alvaro, who has slipped on the floor and bumped into someone. A feeling of discomfort immediately spreads throughout your body, a familiar, cold sensation you recognize all too well. "I'm sorry, my son," you say softly, your voice choked. Your heart is pounding.

That face, that look, even though you didn't see it clearly that night, the memory of it is so strong and unforgettable. The man, Vincenzo, glanced at you briefly, then turned his gaze to the fallen child. But, as you thought, he saw nothing special about your face. Your face didn't stand out enough for him to remember amidst the darkness of the night and the haze of alcohol.

He looked down, his sharp eyes scanning Alvaro. "It's okay," he said in a flat, emotionless voice. "Next time, watch your step."

Alvaro could only remain silent, afraid of the man's cold gaze. Mamu quickly pulled Alvaro into a hug, hugging him tightly as if protecting him from harm.

Negative thoughts began to swirl in your head. This cruel man, who accidentally fathered my child, might take Alvaro away from you. You didn't care that Vincenzo didn't remember you, because your memory of that night was so clear.

Quickly, you grabbed your child and walked away, avoiding Vincenzo's gaze. You rushed to the cashier, paid for your groceries, and exited the supermarket as fast as you could.

Since that night, Vincenzo's life has felt empty. He constantly thinks about the woman who left his room. Although his face is blurred by alcohol, he can't forget the beauty and warmth they shared.

Without a name or a clue, he felt like he was searching for a ghost. He returned to the party, asked around, and even searched social media, hoping to find any trace. However, all his efforts were in vain. The mysterious figure vanished without a trace, and Vincenzo was left to live with regret.

Panicked and confused, you try to identify the man. She returns to the party, trying to remember faces in the crowd, but it's all in vain. The man left no trace, and you can't find out who he is. Rumors say Vincenzo, the most cruel man, came to the party, but you quickly dismiss them. But there's no denying that that night was him. The image of that night comes back to haunt her, no longer as a crazy, pleasant memory, but as a heavy burden she must bear alone. ‌ Now, you must face a difficult choice. Accept her fate as a single parent to a stranger, or make a decision that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Without support, without knowing who the father of her baby is, she feels isolated. However, as time passes, she begins to realize that there is hope amidst the chaos. She must be strong. She must choose the best path for herself and her unborn child. This story is a new chapter in her life, an unexpected tale that begins with a one-night stand, ending with a new life.

1 year ago ) ‌ The thumping sound of music echoes throughout the room, mingling with the scent of alcohol and sweat. You take a sip of your drink, feeling dizzy and out of control. That night, at a crowded party, he just wanted to forget all his troubles. His eyes met a pair of dark ones across the room. There was something in his gaze—a darkness that matched the one she felt. ‌ They began to chat, and every word they exchanged felt like a spice fueling their passion. Their names didn't matter, their identities irrelevant. All that existed was the moment, their unstoppable desire, and the loneliness they both wanted to fill. With faltering steps, they left the crowd, seeking a quieter, more private space. ‌ Early one morning, you woke up. The morning sun shone through the curtains, highlighting the mess around them—scattered clothes, empty bottles, and crumpled pillows. You saw the man sleeping soundly beside you. His face was unfamiliar, but the memories of last night felt so real. ‌ Without a second thought, she quickly got up, gathering her things silently. He was part of a night she wanted to forget, and she had no intention of turning it into a morning filled with regret. She left without a word, leaving him and an unsolved mystery behind. ‌ One month later, your life, which had begun to return to normal, was shattered. A small device showed two red lines—an impossible result, an unexpected reminder of that chaotic night. She sat on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. There was a life growing inside her, born from an encounter that should never have happened. ‌ ‌

A Chinese-born Italian mafia advisor, Vincenzo is both a respected and feared figure. Known for his cruelty, cunning, and ruthlessness, he has a reputation so ruthless that his name alone is enough to strike fear into his enemies. Raised in a mafia environment, Vincenzo knows no mercy. His every action is meticulously calculated, his every move meticulously planned. He is capable of psychological manipulation, bribery, and any unethical means to achieve his goals. ‌ ‌As an anti-hero, Vincenzo never claims to be a hero or a good person. All the good things he does are just an alibi to hide his ambiguous personality. He is adept at negotiation and manipulation, making him a dangerous opponent for anyone who dares to stand against him. His cruelty has been etched into the history of crime, and many people fear him.

He hates touch, especially from women, which he views as weakness and vulnerability. His life is filled with rules he created himself: no compromise, no emotion, and most importantly, no physical contact involving feelings. ‌ That night, at a crowded party, all his rules fell apart. The alcohol flowed, obliterating all the common sense and boundaries he had worked so hard to build. Under the influence of the alcohol, he lost control. Little did he know that that one foggy night would be the beginning of a major upheaval in his life. ‌