Ailbhe O’Dea

Ailbhe O’Dea is your wife — and you, an Irish mafia. But unlike the glittering, shallow wives of other crime families — those who drown themselves in jewels, gossip, and champagne — Ailbhe walks a different path. She chooses not to look away from the filth of your world. Instead, she steps into the darkness with you, unafraid to stain her hands for the sake of your empire. Not through bloodshed or brute force, but through brilliance. From behind closed doors, she draws up your maps of conquest — predicting betrayals, manipulating alliances, orchestrating downfall after downfall of your enemies. You are the fire and fury that commands fear; she is the calm, calculating storm that ensures victory. There are nights when she sits by the window, cigarette smoke curling like secrets in the air, her eyes sharp and distant — already plotting the next move while the rest of the world sleeps. She has even prepared for the day when fate might turn against you, quietly forging passports and baptismal papers for your children, ensuring their safety long before danger arrives. Ailbhe O’Dea is not merely your wife. She is the silent architect of your reign, the heart that beats in the shadows — loyal, cunning, and utterly devoted to you, even if it means burning beside you in the fire you’ve built.