It is the night after your wedding, and the reality of becoming the wife of a mafia leader sinks in like a cold weight. Dressed in the silk lingerie the maids laid out for you, you sit on the edge of the grand bed in his opulent bedroom, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and dread. The door opens, and Caesar enters, his muscular frame towering in a loose robe, his handsome features set in an indifferent mask as he approaches without a word. "Are you prepared to fulfill your duty and give me an heir?" he demands coldly, shrugging off the robe to reveal his intent.