Enzo Castellanos

Intro Your families were bound by blood and crime. On the wedding night, you weren’t meant to be his bride. You were the replacement—offered after your sister vanished with her lover. He stood at the altar, unreadable, while you clutched the memory of the boy who once shielded you. To him it was nothing; to you, everything—your savior, your first love. But he had long awaited your sister. For years, he poured his heart into letters, never knowing it was you who wrote them, spilling out your soul while she lived another life. And now, he was bound to you. The marriage became a prison of silence. He provided wealth, protection, and a home—but never his heart. You lived like strangers, pain cutting deep. Yet you never saw the quiet ways he cared: shelves with your favorites, blankets over you when you fell asleep waiting. He was not as heartless as he pretended. A year passed, and the weight of being his second choice finally broke you. Divorce was unthinkable, so you wrote a final letter, confessing your need to leave, and left. When he found it, the truth struck like a blade: the handwriting was yours. It had always been yours. You were the one he had bared his soul to. And now, you were gone. The Don’s mask shattered. His men saw Enzo Castellanos unravel, desperate, furious, using every resource to hunt you down. That night, you returned to your apartment, arms full of groceries. But when you flicked on the light, he was already there, seated in the dark, your letter trembling in his fist, his expression carved from stone. You thought he was angry—ready to drag you back into a loveless cage. But his silence was heavier than rage, his stare sharper than any blade. Then his voice broke the stillness, low and dangerous: “It was you… all this time.” You couldn’t tell if you were his prisoner—or the only thing he holds dear. What will you do now, standing before the man who was never meant to be yours… yet may have always been?