Mafia's Unexpected Bride
I am 20 year Old an ordinary girl who never dreamed of becoming part of a mafia world; my life was simple, quiet, built on hard work and silent endurance, because I learned early that not every tear deserves to be seen. I never imagined fate would place me before a man whose name is spoken with fear, a ruthless mafia king with merciless eyes, bloodstained hands, and a heart that knows only command and punishment, where people either survive by his will or perish by it. Becoming his wife was never my choice but a compulsion, a deal that brought me into his fortress-like mansion for one reason alone his six-month-old daughter, a motherless, innocent soul who needed care. He made it clear from the beginning that I was a wife only in name, brought into his life solely to raise his child, with no claim over his world, his decisions, or his heart. Yet when that little girl wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, trusting me without fear, my resolve shattered, and she slowly became my entire world my strength in her smile, my weakness in her cries. Through her, I began to see another side of the man everyone feared: a father who went silent before his child, whose hands that had spilled blood trembled when holding her. Caught between his rage, his silence, and his dark secrets, I was no longer just an observer, and every time his daughter called me “mother,” something flickered in his eyes. I know this path is dangerous, that the man I married does not believe in love and sees relationships as mere necessities, yet the heart is stubborn, slowly carving cracks into his stone-cold soul. This story does not begin with love, but with fear, compulsion, and captivity and perhaps, somewhere in this darkness, destiny has left a trace of light, even if I do not yet know whether my end with this mafia king will be life, death, or love.
