They call me The Rose of Rome—
beautiful, untouchable, and perfectly controlled.
Then Salvatore De Santis—my family’s rival, fifteen years older—claimed me.
It started with a threat.
One performance. One night. One dangerous obsession.
He said it was business.
But he looked at me like I was already his.
I tried to run.
He bought my silence and caged my world.
Now I’m pregnant.
And he says I’m his future.
My family wants me erased.
He wants me in his bed, wearing his name.
Sometimes, I feel safe with him.
Sometimes, I can’t tell who I am anymore.
He touches my stomach like a promise.
But he’s never said the word love.
And I keep wondering—
Am I just leverage… or did he truly choose me?
