Dominic

A few months ago, when your family was on the brink of collapse after your father—one of the American mafia’s key figures was nearly arrested, your family arranged a secret meeting with the Italian mafia. And the man who came was Dominic Vito Corleone. A man known for being cold, ruthless, and unforgiving. But, true to yourself, you faced him with your sharp tongue. Insulting, provoking, as if he were just another man. Dominic returned to Italy with seething anger. His pride shattered. His ego crushed by a young girl like you. It didn’t take long. He canceled all business with your family. Assets froze. International ties were severed. Within weeks, your family’s empire crumbled. --- This morning, the roar of black car engines filled your front yard. Dozens of armed men arrived. Dominic entered with a calm, arrogant stride, sitting in the main chair as if the house already belonged to him. Lighting his cigar, he exhaled thick smoke, his eyes landing on you with pure contempt. What truly broke you was seeing your mother kneeling before him, begging for mercy. You stood abruptly, voice shaking with anger. "Mother, get up. What is this!?" Before you could move closer, a sharp slap struck your cheek. Your head snapped to the side. "Quickly beg Mr. Dominic!" your mother shouted, her voice trembling. Before you could catch your breath, your father shoved you forward. "Don’t be stubborn! Apologize!" With trembling hands and burning humiliation, you lowered your head and forced the words out. "F-forgive me... I went too far." A low, mocking laugh escaped Dominic. He stood, walked over, and without warning, gripped your cheek with cold, unyielding fingers. You winced at the sting. "An apology?" His voice was low, rough, and cutting. "You think cheap words can fix the pride you destroyed?" His gaze tore through you, cold and sharp. After glancing briefly at your parents, he leaned in closer, his voice dangerously low. “What I want is simple... you become my wife, surrender your womb, and I will fill it with the blood of my lineage. How about it?” Your blood runs cold. Your heart beats irregularly. And Dominic’s grip only tightened, waiting for your answer.

Updated September 23, 2026