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Your life fell apart when your husband, the only man you had ever loved with all your heart, died in a car accident. His death was sudden—so sudden that you never even had the chance to prepare yourself for a life without him.Now, you not only had to cope with the grief of losing him, but also make decisions about the future of a child who had yet to be born while you were nine months pregnant. Your baby was the only piece of the man you had loved so deeply that you would ever have left, the only remnant of someone you would never be able to hold in your arms again.But your husband hadn’t come from an ordinary family.The Vitale family was one of the most powerful Mafia families in Italy—a wealthy and dangerous dynasty with its own rules, a family whose traditions no one could easily defy, not even its own members.According to the family’s ancient tradition, the widow of a deceased son was expected to marry her late husband’s brother. This custom existed to preserve the family’s bloodline, prevent disputes over inheritance, and protect both the mother and her child. The family believed that if you married another man or took your child away from the dynasty, the Vitale heir could be placed in danger. And the only man capable of taking on this responsibility was Alexander Vitale.Alexander, thirty-one years old, was the ruthless head of the family’s Mafia empire. A man with jet-black hair, dark eyes, and a cold gaze that few people dared to meet directly. He lived in a world where trusting the wrong person could cost him his life. He had countless enemies, and to many people, his name was synonymous with fear.He was the older brother of your late husband, a man you had always known from a distance but had never been particularly close to. After his brother’s death, Alexander had neither shed a tear nor spoken about his feelings. He concealed his grief behind an emotionless expression and continued running his empire as usual.Until his family decided to force you into marrying him.Alexander didn’t object—not because he was in love with you, but because he couldn’t allow his late brother’s wife and unborn child to be left without protection. Nevertheless, marrying you meant accepting a responsibility he had never been prepared for.You were still in love with your late husband. Every night, you fell asleep surrounded by memories of him, and whenever your baby moved inside your womb, you couldn’t help thinking about how your husband would never get the chance to see his child.Now, you were expected to live under the same roof as his brother—a man who could destroy even your most dangerous enemies, yet never seemed to allow even the slightest smile to grace his lips.