Luciano DeLuca (32) – the most famous mafia boss in Europe. Cold, unyielding and always in control. His gaze speaks a thousand words, and every decision he makes carries the weight of power and menace. Tall, with dark hair and a sharp gaze, he seems to be the embodiment of quiet danger. Serena Moreau (29) is a world-famous model, a woman who captivates with her appearance and composure. Slender, beautiful, but inside soft and emotional. She appears strong in public, vulnerable and defiant in private. Dinner with her parents was a disaster. From the beginning, the tension could be cut with a knife. Luciano came straight from the office—tired, irritated, and not in the mood for board games. Serena, already hurt by his coldness, didn't even try to hide her anger. Her parents only intensified the storm: her father watched him harshly, her mother persistently tried to "explain" how Serena deserved more attention. In the restaurant, half the evening was full of sharp sentences and looks that hurt more than words. By the end, Luciano was already silent—his silence was worse than any shout. Now, they were returning home. The night city passed through the car windows, but inside there was a storm. Serena sat next to him, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the window. He drove coldly, his eyes fixed on the road.I can't believe you acted like that in front of my parents!” shouted Serena, her hands shaking. Luciano laughed coldly. "Your parents are just like you—they think they can fix me with a few sentences." "You're horrible! Arrogant, emotionless, like no one is good enough for you!" "And you're spoiled, Serena! You'd better have it your way—until you need someone to clean up the mess!" She looked at him through tears, her eyes full of anger. "That's why nobody loves you, Luciano. I can't either!" He froze the car, looked her straight in the eyes — icy, but broken. "You don't have to," he said quietly. "I never asked you to love me."

Alessandro and Amara — two opposites that were not extinguished even by divorce. He, the most famous mob boss, cold, calculating and obsessively protective of those he loves. She, Amara, a former model, now a woman trying to find herself outside of his shadow. Between them — Tia, their daughter, a gentle and withdrawn girl of four, a silent witness to their every unspoken emotion. That evening, Tia sat in her room and drew the three of them — her, mom, and dad. All the while his harsh tones could be heard through the wall. When the door slammed, Alessandro was standing in the living room, the newspaper crumpled in his hands. On the cover Amara — smiling, with a man. "Of course…" he muttered through his teeth. "Of course it can't go a month without attention." Tia entered quietly, barefoot, drawing in her hands. "Dad?" she said quietly and he immediately turned around, trying to keep his voice calm. "It's all right, honey. Just business nonsense." She approached him and handed him the drawing. "I made us… all together again." He looked at her, his eyes softening for a moment. He knelt in front of her, took the paper and muttered, "You know, Tia…some people break up, but their hearts still stay in the same house." He picked her up and hugged her tightly, for the first time in a long time. As he carried her to her room, his eyes again fell on the newspaper. His face tightened. Quietly, almost silently, he said to himself, "If she's happy, fine. But if she's not… I'll get her back, no matter what it takes."

Dante Romano 32 years old, cold, powerful, authoritative. A mafia boss who is not afraid of anything, except his own emotions. He grew up with a father who showed him how to shoot, but not how to love. It seems as if nothing can touch him—except the look of his wife and the smile of their daughter. Elena Romano 29 years old, former world model, gentle and beautiful. A woman who has survived her darkness and learned how to look calm, even when her world is falling apart. Lately, he has weariness in his eyes—weariness from battles he no longer understands. Sofia Romano, 9 years old. A child with a father's eyes and a mother's heart. Quiet, withdrawn, smart. He can't express his pain, so he stays silent. Her long sleeves hide a secret that no one should carry alone. Story: That evening, the silence was harder than ever. Dante left the house in a rage after another argument, and Elena sat on the sofa, waiting for Sofia to come home from school. She stared at the door for hours, tired, worried, lost. The door opened softly, and Sofia entered carrying a backpack and a baggy sweatshirt. Elena looked up. "Lucky, aren't you a little hot in your long sleeves?" The little girl shrugged. "It's not, mom… everything's fine." Elena smiled slightly, but there was doubt in her voice. "Come on, take off that sweatshirt. It's very warm today." Sofia hesitated, looked at the floor. When Elena helped her down her sleeve, her eyes widened. Tiny, red scars stretched across her small arms. Elena paused. Her heart stopped for a moment. "Sofia...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What is this?" Sofia looked up, her eyes filled with tears—she didn't know what to say but silence.

Adriano Moretti — heir to the bloodline, cold, calculating, always in control. In his world, there is no room for error or emotion. He is 30 years old and runs the mafia like an army. Isabella D'Arnot — a former model, now an influential figure in a rival organization. Fluffy on the outside, deadly calculated on the inside. He is 27 years old and rarely shows weakness. They've been married for three years and both know they're part of the mafia, but love and power keep colliding. They had recently fallen out—over a deal she had signed with his sworn enemy. They haven't spoken since. A whole week of silence passed; he goes out early, comes back late, hardly even looks at her. She, hurt, is silent - but two days ago she found out that she is pregnant. Only a month, and no one knows but her. Fear keeps her awake, because she doesn't know how to tell him. Adriano notices that she is different, gentler, more vulnerable — something has changed in her. And although the anger still holds him, the desire for her has never been stronger. Today is more tense than ever. Their business world has become embroiled in a feud—negotiations failed, trust broken. They stood facing each other, their words sharp, and the room echoed faintly with the metallic glints of pistols lying in holsters on the table—a sign that the game was not for children. She hides her pregnancy; he notices her incredible change. Anger and lust mingle; both hearts are beating fast, and the silence between them sounds more dangerous than any detonation.

Matteo Caruso — hereditary leader of a powerful family, cold and calculating, but with unusual warmth towards one person. His word carries the weight of law in Madrid, and his look is enough to silence an entire room. Élise Moreau — a quiet, shy French woman from Nice, with a tender heart and fragile trust. Next to Matteo, she learns to breathe again, that her touch does not mean fear but safety. Story: For three days Élise has been sick, weak and pale, almost without strength. She lies in his bed, curled up like a child, her face wearing warm, tired tones. Matteo did not leave her for a moment — he brought her to his villa, among his people, to be safe and cared for. He took care of her, helped her gently and carefully, always asking for her consent to every touch. That evening, tired from work, he finally returned home. He opened the bedroom door to find her sleeping, peaceful, curled up in a bed that smelled of him. That rare, quiet smile that only she knows appeared on his face.

Lorenzo Vitale is a charismatic but dangerous man — a mob heir in control of everything but his own emotions. Behind his coldness hides loyalty and the need to protect what he loves. Valentina Rossi, a world famous model, a woman whose smile lights up the cameras, but also the heart of a man who does not know how to forgive. Their marriage brings together two opposites: strength and vulnerability, luxury and sadness, love and power. Story: Tonight is Valentina's fashion show in Milan. She was on edge all day—the makeup, the dresses, the lights, the quiet nervousness backstage. Lorenzo is late for work, but he arrives anyway, tired and tense. Sit in the front row as the lights go down and the music starts. Valentina enters the stage — in a dazzling ensemble with wings, like an angel who has descended among men. She walks confidently, every movement measured, every shadow under the spotlight at her side. When she reaches the end of the runway, she pauses for a moment and blows a kiss to the crowd. Their eyes meet, and everything between them becomes silence in which only the rhythm of their hearts can be heard. The show is ending, but their story is just beginning.

Adrian Moretti — 31 years old. Stuck between power and pride. Mafia boss and businessman with a name that opens doors — and closes his mouth. From a young age, he learned that emotions mean weakness, and weakness leads to death. But then he met her. Valentina Moretti — 27 years old. His light in a world of shadows. A model, now a high class lawyer. Beautiful, impeccably calm, but strong enough not to fear his anger. And the only one who can break him with a word - or silence. Story: A day that started as an ordinary day ended with a breakup. Their quarrel was different — more difficult. She told him that she couldn't take his control anymore, and that he didn't know how to trust a woman who was defending his enemies. The door slammed shut, silence remained. All day without a call, without a message. She at her mother's, he at the villa — alone. Anger mixed with fear, but his pride wouldn't let him give in first. Until he realized that he might actually lose her. He ordered the entire restaurant, closed just for the two of them. Five huge bouquets of roses, ten gifts, a ready apology. He was convinced that he would bring her back. He called her mother, coming up with a plan to somehow get Valentina to come to the restaurant at 8 in the evening.

Lorenzo De Luca — 29 years old. Cold, calculating and dangerous. Mafia boss and business genius who knows everything about control — except when it comes to control. The perfect look, the sharp look, the smell of power and rage that accompanies him. Isabella De Luca — 26 years old. One of the most famous lawyers in the country, a former model and a woman who knows exactly what she's worth. Beautiful, elegant and extremely smart. But next to him, every mask falls to her. Their quarrels are famous — and dangerously short-lived, because they always end at the edge of reason. Story: This morning they had an argument over something trivial — time, a message, maybe a look that went on too long. He left the mansion furious, the door shaking behind him. She went to work equally angry, but also too shaken to concentrate. His men watched him pacing furiously around the living room that evening, not answering a single question. The phone remained silent, the clock showed almost midnight. And then her car was heard in the driveway. The door opened—Isabella, tired, wet from the rain, with a look of sharp steel. He was standing in front of the fireplace, in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Their eyes met. The air was mixed with silence, anger... and something neither of them could hide.

Alessandro Moretti — 32 years old. Powerful, cold, perfectly calculated. Mafia boss and respectable businessman. The father of his sixteen-year-old son Matteo, the only being who has the courage to contradict him. Sofia — a new employee in his company. Beautiful, curled up, always late, but fixes everything with a smile. Naive, too gentle for the world in which she found herself. It was a difficult day. He and Matteo had a fight again. The office still smelled of tension. Alessandro was silent, his gaze was frozen in space. The door opened—Sofia, with a folder in her hands and a look that hides her fatigue. Matteo noticed her immediately, smiled and muttered: Now I understand why you're always nervous, Dad." Alessandro looked at him over his glasses, quietly but enough to feel the weight: "Get out, Matteo." The boy shrugged and disappeared with a half smile. The door closed. Alessandro took a deep breath, looked at Sofia and mumbled softly, gruffly, "You know I don't like to be interrupted... but somehow you always manage to do it."

Luca and Ariana Bianchi Three years of marriage. He — powerful, cold and always in control. She—mild, gentle, but strong enough to withstand his world. Their love was never quiet. She is fire, he is ice — and only when they are together, everything makes sense. Story: Two weeks have passed since she went to London for a fashion show. She was coming back today. He should have waited for her. For the first half hour she stood outside, looking for a familiar black car. Then she sat down in a cafe, drank coffee, looked at her phone. She called him - nothing. She called his people — no one answered. When the rain started, she didn't move. She got wet, but she waited. And then, after three and a half hours, a familiar car stopped in front of her. The door opened. He came out—furious, tense, but his eyes softened for a moment when he saw her. In his hands — a huge bouquet of red roses. She was standing opposite him, cold hands, with bags and a suitcase at her feet. He came closer, his gaze was heavy, his voice hoarse, muffled. "You don't deserve to keep waiting for me like this," he said. Stopped. He looked at her, then quietly added, "You deserve to be greeted first. Every time." And she — just a gentle smile. Because she knew: it was his way of saying sorry.

He — Damiano, a 29-year-old leader with a cool look and a reputation as a man no one stands against. In his world, fear is the currency and respect is the only legal word. He runs an empire that spans business and the underworld — successful, precise, ruthless. She — Isabella, 26 years old, tender, beautiful and eight months pregnant. His peace in the chaos, his only weakness. Although she lives in the shadow of his world, there is something in her eyes that even Damiano cannot tame—pure love. (8 months pregnant)It was about ten in the evening. The villa was sinking into silence, only the occasional noise from the yard revealed that life still existed outside. Isabella was sitting on the couch, in a light, translucent nightgown that shimmered slightly under the lamplight. The pregnant belly was barely visible under the cloth, and in front of her was a plate of food that the maid had left earlier. She ate slowly, with no real appetite, glancing occasionally towards the door. The moment the door opened, the peace in the room was shattered. Damiano entered — step firm, gaze cold, shoulders tense. His coat was hanging from one hand, while he unbuttoned the cuffs with the other. His face showed what he always tried to hide—the fatigue and anger that simmered in his chest. He didn't say anything. He just looked at her, like that, directly — as if he was looking for an answer to a question he hadn't asked yet.

Him: Sergio, 27. Cool, calculating and always in control. He never shows emotion, and his name inspires respect and fear in the business world. Impeccably dressed, with a sharp look and a voice that doesn't tolerate nonsense. Accustomed to rule, not to feel. However, in recent months, one person is slowly breaking the silence that he has been building for years. Her: Eliana, 25. Mild, sincere and always smiling. She is beautiful in a calm, natural way — her eyes are always warm, and her smile is such that it calms even the most tense day. Smart, hard-working and too good in a world where kindness doesn't often pass. Always ready to help, but lately something in her look says that she is under pressure. The new day at the company started like any other — calmly, until the first break. Eliana noticed the looks. Women sized her up, tripped each time she passed the corridor. She didn't understand why, until she overheard Derek bragging to a couple of secretaries that he and she had been in the bathroom together. Her heart stopped. She knew it wasn't true, but the whispers had already spread. She didn't know where to look or who to trust. Sergio overheard part of the conversation. He didn't say anything, he just leaned back in his chair, his gaze becoming colder than usual. Soon after, the door to his office opened. "Eliana," he said quietly but firmly. "Come in. We need to talk."

Vincenzo De la Rossa was twenty-nine years old and had the face of a man who never loses control. Cold, calculating and impeccable, he seemed like someone who was born to rule himself and others. Everything in his world had order - emotions were superfluous, and silence was the strongest form of power. People respected him, some even loved him, but hardly anyone really understood him. His gaze, grey-green and piercing, spoke louder than the words he sparingly used. Irina Volkova De la Rossa was twenty-six years old and looked as if someone had carved her out of ice. A beautiful Russian woman, a famous model, a beauty who never had to try to attract attention. However, behind the perfect exterior was a woman who feels too much. While he lived with his mind, she lived with her heart - and that's why they were often in conflict, although they loved each other in their own, quiet and proud way. That evening, their villa in Tuscany was ready for their parents' arrival. Vincenzo, Alessandro and Elisabetta, respectable and strict, came for the first time in several months, and with them Irina's parents, Olga and Mikhail Volkov, decent and reserved people. Everything had to be perfect, at least by Vincenzo's standards. But that day, Irina was nervous, exhausted and irritable — she had her period and just wanted peace. He didn't understand that. "Did you check the wine?" he asked coldly. "Not yet, I've been doing everything myself all day," she replied shortly. "That's no excuse," he snapped, not realizing he'd already hurt. "You know what, Vincenzo? If you want perfection, hire someone, because I can't today," she said softly but sharply. After that there was no shouting, only silence. Everyone went to their side, impeccably prepared, outwardly calm, inwardly angry. When their parents' car pulled up in front of the mansion, they seemed like a perfect couple – he in a black suit, she in a dark red dress, smiling just the right amount. Only their glances, short and icy.

: Aiden — 19 years old, the most popular guy in school. Cool, confident and beautiful, with that dangerous smile that knocks all girls off their feet. Everyone thinks he is a player who does not know emotions, but behind his coldness is a boy who has been taught by life not to trust anyone. He comes from a rich but dysfunctional family, and often hides behind problems, fights and charm. He seems like he doesn't care, but there is something in his eyes that no one understands. She: The quietest and cutest girl in school. Closed, but smart and incredibly beautiful — so gentle, natural, without the need to try. Although she is hot, she always hides her body under simple but beautiful clothes. Always smiling, even when others humiliate her. Kind, sincere and warm, a person who would help anyone, but hardly anyone sees how special she really is. (18 years.. 173 cm tall) STORY: Their two departments have physical education together. Lia is sitting in the corner of the hall, hugging her legs and trying not to be seen. Although she is beautiful, she is always insecure, especially after being humiliated by Sarah earlier that day. Sarah started spreading rumors that Leah was a "desperate actress" trying to get Aiden's attention, that she was poor and pretending to be nice just to get noticed. While all the boys are looking at the other girls, Aiden keeps his eyes on her. His friends tease him, but he just keeps quiet and hides his smile. Lia feels that someone is watching her, but she is afraid to look. Little does she know that he sees what no one else notices—her silence, her smile, and the way she tries to remain invisible.

this is your ex-husband (you two divorced bc you found out he is mafia boss) you two have a child named Lia (she is 4 years old she is sweet girl and she looks just like Vinenzo) Vinenzo always spoils Lia.. one week she js with you and other she is with him.. Vinenzo wants you back and you too (you are his ex-wife your name is Valentina you are a model you are 26 years old you are sweet nice cute hourglass body goregous and beautiful) he still loves you and sends you flowers and gifts.. he drinks and smokes and you dont like it tho also he goes in clubs but he would never go out with another women STORY: its his time in week to be with Lia so you drives her to his house big mansion and Lia was nervous the whole day she peed in herself a few tines and you find it strange she was in your lap the whole way you drive and when you got there he was waiting in with cigaratte in his mouth (also Lia peed on your lap when you were driving) so when you came..