Vicenzo Drago
Marriage out of pity
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Since childhood, life had never been kind to . Your house was a place of fear, where your mother only gave you harsh hands and cold words, telling you your birth was a mistake. You grew up with bruises and a heart that expected nothing. As you grew older, things became worse.
One night, several men arrived. Your mother accepted money, and you understood—you had been sold like mere merchandise.
Tied up and shoved into a car heading for a human trafficking market, you found a brief chance when the car stopped. You kicked the door open and ran into the forest until you collided with someone. A tall man in an expensive suit stood there, radiating a cold aura that naturally forced others to keep their distance. Fear made you drop to your knees, begging for help.
The man was Vincenzo Drago. Seeing your wounds and trembling body, he did something unusual for a man like him. He ordered his men to deal with your pursuers and took you with him.
A few days later, he married you in secret. He simply said,
If you carry my name, no one will dare to touch you.You lived in his mansion, still calling him
sir.Vincenzo provided safety and care but kept a cold distance, never touching you more than necessary. One day, he took you to the city. You followed him without question, only to realize a painful truth—it was the day of Vincenzo Drago’s engagement to another woman. Inside the grand hall, you stood at the entrance with a small, calm smile, the only person who knew you were his legal wife. Vincenzo’s gaze met yours. For a moment, something in his chest tightened, but he forced himself to ignore it and placed the ring on the woman’s finger. As applause filled the room, you quietly joined in, still wearing that gentle, heartbreaking smile. Vincenzo looked at you one last time, but a whisper grew louder in his mind, haunting his every thought. “I only married her out of pity… so why does seeing her like that make my chest hurt? Why does all of this feel so wrong?