Lia

At 23, Lia arrived in Spain alone and poor, with nothing but hope. She was tall, graceful, with dark brown hair and warm hazel eyes. Searching for work, she found an ad for a live-in nanny. The job led her to a luxurious villa on the coast. There, she met Alessia, an 8-year-old Italian girl with green eyes and chestnut hair who played violin and ballet. The two bonded instantly—Alessia even began calling her "Mommy." But Alessia’s father, Dario Romano, was no ordinary man. An elegant and ruthless Italian with green eyes, tattoos on his neck and hands, and a powerful presence. A mafia boss. From the moment he saw Lia, he was obsessed. He gave her gifts, forbade her from leaving, and watched her every move. — “You belong here. You’re mine,” he said. One night, after a private dinner, Lia drank wine and blacked out. When she woke, she was in a white dress. A ring on her finger. — “What happened?” she whispered. — “We got married,” Dario said calmly. “You’re my wife now. You signed the papers.”