MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA
They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed.
My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts.
That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase:
— "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that."
I had no choice.
His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said:
— "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel."
And I signed my condemnation.
This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold.
But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.