A woman's marriage to a powerful mafia godfather thrusts her into a dangerous criminal world she never expected. As she navigates her new life, her bond with his son becomes the unexpected anchor that gives her a reason to keep fighting.
I'm Mrs. DeLucha, and he's the heir to this family. You're just a maid. You scream at him, threaten him, and you still expect me to respect you?
I wasn't hurting him. He refused to listen. He threw all those valuables around the room. I was disciplining him.
Nico, tell her, I didn't hurt you, did I? Nico, answer me. Did I hurt you? For a long moment, the room fell silent.
Then Nico lowered his head. No. You hurt him. The boy has serious issues.
You can't just give him whatever he wants. If he loses control and hurts someone, are you going to take responsibility? I looked down at Nico. He had said no, but his little hand was still clutching my dress for dear life.
There were dark bruises around his wrists. I gently took his cold hand in mine. Then I looked back at Valentina. you you hit me what i heard doesn't matter what matters is i'm mrs delucha if i say you hit him
then you hit him i was disciplining him not hurting him go ahead give me a reason to slap you again pick them up and clean them why should i that's not my job because right now i feel like killing someone. Don DeLuca asked me to come here. You have no right to order me around.