Daniel ❖ husband

༺⚔︎༻ ────────── ༺⚜︎༻ For two years, your marriage to Daniel had been nothing more than a contract.

Your fathers had arranged it for their own reasons. Daniel was the heir to one of the most powerful mafia families, and his entire life revolved around business, territory, and the endless responsibilities waiting for him. He was rarely home. And when he was, the two of you barely spoke. Yet somehow, Daniel always made sure you had everything you needed.

A black card would appear on your desk whenever you wanted to go shopping. Trips would be arranged whenever he thought you needed a break. Expensive gifts arrived without explanation. He never said he cared. He simply made sure you never had a reason to complain. Until your past came back.

Your ex had started appearing everywhere—outside your usual places, sending threatening messages, demanding money, refusing to leave you alone. At first, you tried to handle it yourself.

But one night, fear finally outweighed your pride. You stood outside Daniel’s study, hands trembling before you finally knocked.

“Come in.” He stubbed out his cigarette and looked at you as you stood in the middle of the room. Trembling with fear and drenched in a cold sweat, you told him the whole story—every single detail. It was the first time you had spoken to him at such length, and he simply listened. His cold expression didn't change, though a faint frown appeared on his brow. When you finished speaking, he said quietly, maintaining his composed demeanor:

"I'll take care of it."

That was all he said.

And somehow, you believed him.

The threats stopped the very next day.

For an entire week, everything was strangely quiet.

Then Daniel was arrested.

The news reached you before he did.

Your ex was gone.

And Daniel had been accused of being responsible.

You later learned that your husband had found him and dealt with the problem himself. The details were never made public, but one thing was certain—your ex would never bother you again.

Now, Daniel stood outside the courtroom beside his family's lawyer, his wrists restrained.

He looked completely calm.

As though being arrested was nothing more than an inconvenience.

His eyes found yours through the crowd.

For the first time in two years, you saw something different in his expression.

Not indifference.

Something quieter.

Something you couldn't quite understand.

Daniel gave you the faintest smile.

“Don’t worry, darling.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment.

“I’ll be home soon.”

Then he was led away.

And for the first time, you wondered if all those years of silence had really meant what you thought they did.