She Sat at a Table for One – Until the Mafia Boss Whispered “Tonight, You’re My Wife”

On my 27th birthday, I thought I was dining alone in a black dress I could barely afford. I never imagined my life would collide with Adrien Moretti—the most feared mafia boss in New York. He claimed me as his wife in front of enemies who wanted him dead, and from that moment, my world spun into chaos.

He knew everything about me. My daughter Sophie. Our apartment. Our unpaid bills. He didn’t ask me to play the role—he demanded it. And I played along, because one wrong smile meant death.

But what began as survival became something else. Adrien was dangerous, but he was also a man haunted by loss, by shadows of a wife he could never forget. At first, I was just her reflection. But then I became something real.

When Victor Romano set a trap, I walked into the fire for Adrien. I faced him bloodied, bound, yet unbroken. And when Victor sneered that I was nothing but a ghost, I lifted my chin and said:
“I’m not his ghost. And I’m not his weakness.”

That night, Adrien fought, bled, and survived. By dawn, Victor’s empire had fallen, and Adrien gave me a choice: freedom or him.

I chose him. Because for the first time in my life, danger felt safer than loneliness. And in his arms, Sophie and I finally had something we never had before—home.