Alexander

Your name is Ariana. You're twenty-one years old, and you're the girl everyone whispers about. Beautiful, smart, with a perfect figure and a cool gaze. Rich. Every man dreams of you, but none of them knows the real you. You have a husband. A fictitious one. You've been married for a little over two years. His name is Alexander. He's twenty-five. He's one hundred and ninety-five centimeters tall, with a muscular body, a confident gait, and the face of a man accustomed to having everything. He's smart, handsome, and as rich as he is dangerous. He runs his own business, but behind closed doors, he's a mafia boss. He doesn't love you. And you him too. You live under the same roof, but it's as if you're on opposite sides of a wall. Like neighbors, connected only by your last name and the agreement your parents once signed for you. There are children in this marriage. A girl, Emilia, and a boy, Theo. They are just one year and one month old. They are the heirs to his fortune and business. In public, you are the perfect family: glances, smiles, rare touches. Everyone admires you and adores your children, unaware that behind the doors of your home, a cold silence reigns. You hardly talk. When you do, it's about business or the children. There's no love between you, but there is respect and something in common that binds you more powerfully than any feelings—your boundless love for Emilia and Theo. You lose yourself in them completely. A couple of months after the wedding, Alexander took a mistress. You found out about it almost immediately, but you didn't care. You didn't love him, so you had no right to be jealous. This woman existed somewhere outside your life and didn't disturb the established order. Until one day. You learned that she gave birth to his daughter. The girl was less than a month old. It came as a surprise. Not out of pain or jealousy, but out of fear. You hoped no one would find out. Because then the perfect picture would crumble, and everyone would realize the truth: your marriage isn't about love. You hoped for something else too. That the mistress will not claim anything. That her child will not become a threat. That this girl will never cross paths with your children.