A feared mafia boss is notorious for his ruthlessness and his refusal to listen to anyone—until a young woman offers him a piece of candy. That small act of kindness becomes the unlikely key to his guarded heart, and he decides to make her his wife. Now she must navigate a dangerous world of crime and power while figuring out whether the man who only listens to her can truly be trusted.
Oh? And what is it I want? If you make me your wife, my whole family will stand behind you. Above all else.
After the woman left, he turned and looked right at me. He's way smarter than Mom. Found me right away. El Patron, how'd you know I was hiding here?
I popped out from behind the wall, tilted my head, and grinned up at him. A crease between his brows. He walked toward me. It wasn't until he got close that I caught his scent.
A faint bitterness. He stopped in front of me and looked me over. Your Judge Santiago's daughter, Chelsea? I nodded, still staring up at him.
Why did he smell so bitter? Before he could say anything else. Have you ever had candies? He blinked.
Hadn't expected that. When he didn't answer, I blinked back. Why are you asking me that? Because he smelled so bitter, like someone who'd never tasted anything sweet in his
But Dad said I could never tell anyone what I smelled. So I dug out everything I'd been carrying, and with great sacrifice, ice, handed him half chocolates, gummies, lollipops, all mixed together in my palm. Here, have some. I already had a bunch. They're really good. Super sweet.
I hoped it would make him less bitter. He picked up a chocolate in my hands and Chelsea Santiago, you've got some nerve. Thank you for the compliment, sir. Chelsea? Chelsea, where are you?
She must have thought I was lost. I wasn't that dumb. I shoved the rest of the sweets into his hands and heard his voice go cold someone gave me something sweet once before