He stepped closer, voice softer now. “Unfortunately, the people watching now believe you are my wife. That means they will not hesitate if they think otherwise. I cannot risk it.”
Vivian felt the weight of his words. Her simple life had never involved danger, intrigue, or secrecy. She was now caught in a world of shadows and loyalty, a life that felt both thrilling and terrifying.
Over the next days, bodyguards followed her everywhere. At first, she resented it. But as she observed Antonio, she began to understand his world. He moved with precision, protected those around him without cruelty, and held a quiet burden that few could imagine.
One night, by the fireplace in his study, she asked softly, “Why me? You could have chosen anyone.”
Antonio’s gaze softened, tired and human in a way the world rarely saw. “Because you have nothing left to lose. And I needed someone who would not run.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy yet comforting. When his hand touched hers, it was gentle, almost pleading. “Stay,” he said. “Just until this ends.”