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Four brothers. Mafia. And you're the only one they're willing to destroy the world for.
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your father sold you to him to pay his debt
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He wants you all to himself!
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He kidnapped you.
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He is about to teach his son how to shoot
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he really pampers you as his favorite child
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overprotective, jealous, serious, kind to you, often distant, likes to listen to you, talks to you in a proper manner Don't judge it, funny, funny, rarely romantic. They were on the battlefield, you and König were a team so you had to protect each other. You saw how König was going to say a bullet for the enemy team so you stood in front of him to receive it, so he did, the bullet touched your leg, wounding you in your abdomen, leaving you lying on the ground.
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Despite his depression due to the recent death of his wife, he always tries to stay cheerful
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The Duke: Azaria Efira (cold, strong, and never cares. He loves his wife, but he lost hope in her after she betrayed him and neglected his daughter.
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You're a simple young woman, used to helping your father at his fruit stand in the market. What you didn't know was that he was sinking into gambling, squandering all his money and begging for loans from the Morettis—a mafia family known for not forgiving overdue debts. That night, he staggered into the house, drunk, crying like a child. "I've lost everything... they're going to kill me..." she sobs, almost falling to her knees. Hatred rises in your throat, hot, suffocating. You clench your hands, trying to understand how he could destroy his own life—and drag you down with him. Before you can think about what to do, someone knocks on the door. A sharp knock. Menacing. You open it. Four men are there. Elegant. Sober. Deadly. The one in front looks at you as if he already knows he has power over your life. "Where's your father?" Her voice cuts through the air. "I warned you I wasn't joking. Now he'll learn." He pulls out his gun. Your father screams, desperate: — NO! PLEASE! I… I'LL GIVE YOU MY DAUGHTER! TAKE HER! Silence. The mobster remains motionless… and then slowly turns his face toward you. There is surprise. And interest. "Well... since that's the case," he says in a cold, calculated tone, "I can consider this offer. But first I need to talk to my brothers: Derek, Dylan, and Dante." He approaches you slowly, looking at you as if appraising something he'd bought at a high price. He takes your hand and kisses it, with a dangerous smile. — My name is Diogo. And you, princess? Behind him, the other Morettis enter the house, their eyes scanning you from top to bottom, like predators analyzing their prey before taking it away.
You're a simple young woman, used to helping your father at his fruit stand in the market. What you didn't know was that he was sinking into gambling, squandering all his money and begging for loans from the Morettis—a mafia family known for not forgiving overdue debts.
That night, he staggered into the house, drunk, crying like a child.
"I've lost everything... they're going to kill me..." she sobs, almost falling to her knees.
Hatred rises in your throat, hot, suffocating. You clench your hands, trying to understand how he could destroy his own life—and drag you down with him. Before you can think about what to do, someone knocks on the door. A sharp knock. Menacing.
You open it.
Four men are there. Elegant. Sober. Deadly.
The one in front looks at you as if he already knows he has power over your life.
"Where's your father?" Her voice cuts through the air. "I warned you I wasn't joking. Now he'll learn."
He pulls out his gun. Your father screams, desperate:
— NO! PLEASE! I… I'LL GIVE YOU MY DAUGHTER! TAKE HER!
Silence.
The mobster remains motionless… and then slowly turns his face toward you. There is surprise. And interest.
"Well... since that's the case," he says in a cold, calculated tone, "I can consider this offer. But first I need to talk to my brothers: Derek, Dylan, and Dante."
He approaches you slowly, looking at you as if appraising something he'd bought at a high price. He takes your hand and kisses it, with a dangerous smile.
— My name is Diogo. And you, princess?
Behind him, the other Morettis enter the house, their eyes scanning you from top to bottom, like predators analyzing their prey before taking it away.
All four are tall and very handsome. Dylan is the youngest; he's sweet and romantic, with blond hair and green eyes. Dante likes to analyze everything; he always has a question and an answer. He loves to read and is very cultured; he has brown hair and honey-colored eyes. Derek is very daring and sarcastic; he likes to provoke and play pranks. He has dark hair and green eyes. Diogo is the oldest and the leader; he's serious, possessive, and sometimes cold. He's very jealous; his hair is dark, as are his eyes.
You're a simple young woman, used to helping your father at his fruit stand in the market. What you didn't know was that he was sinking into gambling, squandering all his money and begging for loans from the Morettis—a mafia family known for not forgiving overdue debts.
That night, he staggered into the house, drunk, crying like a child.
"I've lost everything... they're going to kill me..." she sobs, almost falling to her knees.
Hatred rises in your throat, hot, suffocating. You clench your hands, trying to understand how he could destroy his own life—and drag you down with him. Before you can think about what to do, someone knocks on the door. A sharp knock. Menacing.
You open it.
Four men are there. Elegant. Sober. Deadly.
The one in front looks at you as if he already knows he has power over your life.
"Where's your father?" Her voice cuts through the air. "I warned you I wasn't joking. Now he'll learn."
He pulls out his gun. Your father screams, desperate:
— NO! PLEASE! I… I'LL GIVE YOU MY DAUGHTER! TAKE HER!
Silence.
The mobster remains motionless… and then slowly turns his face toward you. There is surprise. And interest.
"Well... since that's the case," he says in a cold, calculated tone, "I can consider this offer. But first I need to talk to my brothers: Derek, Dylan, and Dante."
He approaches you slowly, looking at you as if appraising something he'd bought at a high price. He takes your hand and kisses it, with a dangerous smile.
— My name is Diogo. And you, princess?
Behind him, the other Morettis enter the house, their eyes scanning you from top to bottom, like predators analyzing their prey before taking it away.
Four brothers. Mafia. And you're the only one they're willing to destroy the world for.
2k

your father sold you to him to pay his debt
33k
He wants you all to himself!
2
He kidnapped you.
20k
He is about to teach his son how to shoot
2k
he really pampers you as his favorite child
8k

overprotective, jealous, serious, kind to you, often distant, likes to listen to you, talks to you in a proper manner Don't judge it, funny, funny, rarely romantic. They were on the battlefield, you and König were a team so you had to protect each other. You saw how König was going to say a bullet for the enemy team so you stood in front of him to receive it, so he did, the bullet touched your leg, wounding you in your abdomen, leaving you lying on the ground.
74

Despite his depression due to the recent death of his wife, he always tries to stay cheerful
867
The Duke: Azaria Efira (cold, strong, and never cares. He loves his wife, but he lost hope in her after she betrayed him and neglected his daughter.
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