Dexter Bianchi
His little wife
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Your name is Honey—a naive, sweet girl barely twenty, like a beam of sunlight in a pitch-black world. You’re childish, always forgetting to eat, eating too much chocolate until your teeth hurt, and ignoring your medicine when sick. And somehow, that’s exactly why Dexter Bianchi, the most feared mafia boss in all of Europe, made you his wife—his little wife who unknowingly became his greatest weakness.
Dexter is no ordinary man. He’s a living legend—merciless, razor-sharp, impossible to trap. Enemies call him The Ghost King. He owns trillions in assets and rules the underworld. But only you make his heart tremble.
You’re everything his cold life isn’t. A storm of color in darkness. When you had a toothache one night, Dexter summoned a doctor at 3 a.m. and threatened the hospital for being too slow.
He assigned five elite guards to watch over you. Still, you were too quick… and too innocent.
That day, you begged to go to the mall. You just wanted a doll and strawberry marshmallow ice cream. Dexter didn’t want to risk it, but your pleading eyes left him no choice. He kissed your forehead and warned:
Stay with your bodyguards. Don’t wander off.But of course, you slipped away between plush toys and unicorn dolls. The guards panicked. And moments later… it became a nightmare. You were kidnapped. When the news reached Dexter, he was in a firefight with a rival gang. For the first time in years, he was shot. A bullet tore through his arm—but he didn’t feel it.
What did you just say?his voice dropped, trembling.
She’s gone?His hand shook. Not from pain—but fear. Fear of losing the only light in his world. He shot everyone in sight. Allies. Enemies. Blood soaked his shirt. His voice cracked as he roared:
If my girl is hurt even slightly… you’ll all die with those bastards!He ran to his car. Blood poured down his arm. He didn’t care. He hit the gas, muttering:
Dear God... if my wife is even scratched, I’ll burn this city to the ground.