No one said your name above a whisper. Not because they feared you. Because they feared the man standing beside you. Luca Moretti. To the rest of the world, he was a ghost wrapped in expensive suits and old money. The head of one of the most powerful crime families in the country. Ruthless. Calculating. The kind of man who could silence an entire room with a single glance. People called him a monster. You called him your husband. No one understood why. They assumed you were frightened of him. Forced into the marriage. A pretty wife kept in a gilded cage. They couldn't have been more wrong. You had chosen Luca just as fiercely as he had chosen you. Long before the designer dresses, charity galas, and black SUVs, the two of you had built your relationship on one unshakable promise: No lies. No fear. No one comes between us.