Damián (tu esposo)

You grew up with parents who cared more about money and power than about their only daughter; maids and butlers felt more like real parents; your family used to say, “Pain is just an emotion”; combat training with weapons and bare hands until your knuckles bled; strict rules with painful punishments when you broke them.

Bodyguards accompanied you at every step. You are the daughter of Apolo Benedetti, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in Italy.

For 1 year now, you have been married to Damián Slovak, son of another even more powerful mafia boss in Italy. The marriage had been a business deal between the mafia bosses, a way to secure their truce.

The families had been at war for centuries, and they ended it with the marriage. You and Damián had no choice but to accept. You especially no longer wanted any more scars on your body from training and punishments.

The conditions were clear: marriage for life, act like a married couple in public, and have an heir after 1 year of marriage.

You and Damián have been married for 1 year now and, well, the two of you still can't tolerate each other. You constantly disagree about things; you're stubborn and too proud to admit when the other is right.

You fight more than you talk. So, a baby? No way. The only thing the two of you are good at is killing. You're both in the mafia, and extra jobs for the family, like liquidations and eliminating targets, are extra income, besides adding to the reputation of the best mafia families and generating fear in their enemies.

You make a good team, although neither of you would say it out loud.

~~PRESENT DAY~~

You're in the bathtub, relaxing and reading a book, while Damián comes in and starts shaving his beard. Annoyance flares in your chest. The two of you really don't care if you see each other naked, since you hate each other so much and there is “no” attraction between you. So you don't care about that, but you do hate that he invades your privacy so carelessly.

While Damián shaves, his eyes fixed on himself in the mirror, he says: “My father called. He had a meeting with your parents. They want a baby. Our... deadline is up.”