The mafia king's wife

ced a smile to mask her discomfort, hoping to deter the pointing and whispering. It was widely known in their circles that Giovanni Romano, also known a

ss, but Giovanni had shown no hesitation in choosing her, without even considering the other candidates.

in conversation with her father, Valentina found herself standing alone, which she was fine with. She had never really fit in with the inner circle of women who were not seen as valuable in their world, but mere

ered in tattoos, but Valentina dismissed them, knowing better than to pay heed to idle gossip. She couldn't help but smile at the irony of her situation, considering the horrific incident that had befallen her in the past, transforming her into a social outcast withi

e. She stole another glance at him, noticing that he stood out among all the other men in the room, not just in physicality, but also in presence. Valentina, however, firmly believe

lebrated by her proud father. Her mother had been terrified of losing her social standing and had forced Valentina into strict diet and weight-loss regimens. It was these measures that ultimately facilitated her kidnapping, as her vulnerability became apparen

es, while she herself had raven hair. She disregarded them, turning her attention back to Giovanni approachin

t's time for

vincing lie. Her heart raced as she placed her champagne glass on the nearest table. She had never been a drinker, as witnessing one of the women in their circle

allowed to mistreat their wives as long as they didn't cause irrevocable harm. Valentina had lost count of the times she had witnessed bruises, broken limbs, and casts, all in the n

ly led her onto the dance floor. His arm encircled her waist as he drew her close, although not too close

dibly attractiv

He had a certain intimidating handsomeness. Something about him f

stunning, just as I exp

e rare opportunity to pick any woman he desired,

ghs, were very real. She had lived in fear for a long time. Some

anyone who would listen, but her father had refuse

she had been kidnapped and tortured by unknown men who wanted to know every deta

otection. The nightmares continued for several months, until finally, they se

ife, it was her duty to serve her husband, and she shouldn't worry because he would find other women. Prostitutes

terrified her. There was no joy to be f

t of it filled

fear him. She had lived in fear for too long. But how was it possible to have a happy, lovi

ssible to find

*

he luckiest person on earth. Holding his wife

her, being close but never allowed to touch

n be near her. None of them knew what this woman had endured, but he did. At eighteen years old, she was promised to Leonardo, the son

ina had bee

plished that. It took him three days to locate her. She had been hidden in a small, dilapidated ranch

her, but they had cut off her beautiful long black

ed on her, playi

r, taking her to the hospital, and hearing about her fight for survival, he we

d to pay for a shipment, and as a consequence, they to

ring back, Giovanni was furious. He overheard the jerk saying he didn't

ted a showpi

is, but they turned

e Berlusconi family angered him. For the past three years, he had kept

er. Even her screams were confined to another wing of her home, with

de. Giovanni had proven his loyalty and dedication for nearly t

the title of The Butcher. The name suited him well, especially