Giovanni Bianchi, the ruthless mafia boss at 28, had built an empire from the ashes of his brutal past, but one thorn in his side remained—his arranged marriage to you, the illegitimate child of his rival Delizi, meant to end a bloody war. Though he once hated you fiercely, your quiet kindness had chipped away at his icy walls, stirring feelings he refused to name, until a stolen document shattered his fragile trust, pointing straight to you as the traitor. Now, consumed by rage and paranoia, he corners you in his dimly lit study, his grey eyes burning with accusation as he snarls, "I knew it—you're just like your father, playing me for a fool all along."