As Luna went to her room, she jumped onto her bed, feeling relieved, yet her heart still raced. She couldn't shake the unease of not knowing what her husband was doing at that moment. The Mafia was a world of constant bloodshed—someone could kill Matteo and overthrow him.
She wasn't worried because he was the head of the Mafia. She was worried because she didn't want to lose him. The thought of someone taking his life terrified her.
At the same time, she was relieved that she had finally uncovered the truth—her husband was a killer. He had taken many lives and was still deeply involved in that world. She could hardly believe that he had once been nothing more than a pawn, an assassin under someone else's command. It disturbed her.
When she first started learning the truth, she had been terrified of him. But as time passed, her mind grew stronger. Even when she saw the picture of the dead body, she had trembled—but she wasn't as weak as before. She was changing.
Luna clutched her pillow, staring at the ceiling. "What could he be doing right now?" she murmured.
She recalled what Lorenzo had told her. "I don't know if he was telling the truth. Maybe he really doesn't know… or maybe he was lying. I can't trust him."
She hesitated, then grabbed her phone and called Matteo.
The phone rang, and he picked up.
"I just want to know where you are and what you're doing," Luna said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Is someone bothering you? Do you need me to come home?" Matteo asked immediately.
"No, no one's troubling me. I just… I just missed you. I wanted to hear your voice," she admitted.
"Oh, so that's the reason?" he said, his tone softening. "I'm in a meeting. I'll be busy for a while. Call me later, okay?"
"Okay, baby."
They exchanged goodbyes, and Luna hung up.
She exhaled shakily, gripping her pillow tighter. "A meeting… What kind of meeting? Who is he meeting with?"
She felt torn. "Matteo is my husband, but he's also the biggest and most powerful Italian Mafia boss. What am I supposed to do about that? How can he ever stop?
"If I tell him to leave the Mafia, he might listen because he loves me—but that could get him killed. Now that I understand what the Mafia truly is, I know he can't afford to let his guard down. If I ask him to run away with me, his enemies will hunt him down. No… I can't tell him what I've learned. Not yet."
She thought about Lorenzo again, a shiver running through her. "I still don't trust him. He's dangerous. I don't even know if he told me the full truth—or if everything he said was a lie. How can I trust someone with eyes like his?
"His eyes… they don't hold any value for human life. I can see it when he looks at people. He could kill anyone at any moment."
She swallowed hard. "But when I look into Matteo's eyes, I see something else. I see love. And I love him, too."
Luna curled up, hugging her pillow tightly. "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?"
She shut her eyes, breathing deeply. "Maybe… maybe I have to tell him. But no—not yet. Not now."
"My father have money, and if he had wanted to support me, he could have. But he didn't like me. So, I let go of that dream. At least today, I proved my skill."
Lorenzo had been completely, utterly shocked. The way I turned the situation around—how I told him to come closer and take a picture—it caught him off guard. He had been trying to force himself on me, and yet, the way I staged it made it look so real. My acting was flawless. He didn't even suspect a thing,
Luna said to herself.
Now, he had no choice but to play along with whatever I said. He had to tell me what he knew because he understood exactly what would happen if my husband ever found out what almost happened.
And now? That picture is a weapon. A weapon he'll fear forever.
Lorenzo isn't just some random man. He's Mafia. My husband, Matteo, is just as powerful—if not more. And both of them are filthy rich. That's what makes it dangerous. A man like Lorenzo, with money and power, would kill without hesitation if it meant getting what he wanted.
I wondered if my husband was the same. But somehow, I still couldn't see Matteo that way. Even after finding out about his life in the Mafia, I wasn't sure how to feel. Sometimes I got scared of him, but… I still couldn't see him as a monster.
Iuna smirked, remembering the sheer terror in Lorenzo's eyes when I told him I would frame him. He had fallen for it completely, but I had never planned to go through with it. I just acted like I would, and he believed every word.
"The guy is a total loser," Iuna muttered, while laughing.
How pathetic. He actually thought I'd send the picture to my husband. It was a bluff—nothing more. But he was terrified, and I saw it in his eyes.
"What a joke."
Iuna shook my head and walked out of my room, stepping onto the staircase. From there, Iuna peered down into the living room. He was still here.
Finally, the maid had finished preparing an omelet rice for him. I watched as Lorenzo ate—fast, almost aggressively. He was starving, sure, but he was also angry. Furious that I had managed to control him.
A man like him, a high-ranking Mafia figure, being controlled by a woman? That must have burned.
Even as he ate, Iuna could tell he was struggling with something else. Betrayal. He had told me things about Matteo, things he probably never should have. And that meant, in his mind, he had backstabbed his friend.
When he finished his food, he pushed the plate aside and immediately stood up.
From my spot on the stairs, Iuns silently watched as he left the living room, walking straight toward the gate. The limousine that had brought him was still waiting, the driver standing at attention. Without a word, Lorenzo got inside.
Then, the car pulled away, taking him back to his mansion.