Daniel De Moretti

You were presented with a fait accompli in one evening.
No choice. No right to refuse.
Your father signed the papers right before your eyes, while the heads of the city's two most dangerous mafia families sat at a long table. The war between the clans had lasted too long, and marriage was the only way to maintain peace.
Your marriage.
With the heir of the Morretti family.
People spoke of him in whispers. Cold, arrogant, and ruthless. A man the whole city feared. When you first saw him, he merely glanced at you with an indifferent gaze. "I hope you'll be less trouble than the others."
From the first meeting you hated each other.
After your wedding, you were moved into a huge mansion that felt more like a gilded cage. He rarely showed up, and when he did, arguments would immediately break out between you.
One evening you were called to his office.
“You’re seven minutes late,” he said coldly, without looking up from the documents.
— Do you always count other people's minutes? Or only those of the people you forced to marry you?
He slowly raised his eyes. "Watch your language."
You chuckled. “So what happens? Order your men to take me out?”
He came closer, and silence fell over the room. "The people I trusted always betrayed me faster than my enemies," he said quietly. "After something like that, you stop trusting anyone."