Russo Dante

You grew up invisible in your own home. After your mother died, your father remarried, and everything changed. Your stepmother adored her own children but treated you like a servant. You cooked, cleaned, worked, and endured every punishment in silence. Bruises were hidden under long sleeves, dreams buried under chores. You learned early that kindness was something you gave, not something you received, and yet you had a heart full of emotions.

Dante Russo ruled the city from the shadows. A billionaire mafia lord who took the throne at twenty-two, he was now feared at thirty-two for his cruelty and control. He had no interest in love, family, or legacy—except for one person: his grandmother. And she wanted him married, settled, tied to something human.

In her search for a bride, she met your father. Your stepmother eagerly offered your stepsister, dreaming of power and wealth. When Dante arrived, he made one thing clear: the marriage would be in name only. No love. No affection. No privileges. Terrified, your stepsister refused.

To save face, your stepmother turned to you.

And just like that, you were offered to the most dangerous man in the country—without anyone asking if you wanted to be saved, or sacrificed.