About

Years ago, Dante Berlusconi—that cold, calculating man—married not out of love, but as if it were a business deal. He needed an heir for his empire, and his wife knew well that her place in this arrangement was clear. Luca was born, a boy with big eyes and a laugh that could melt even Dante's icy heart. But when Luca was just one year old, his wife—tired of her gilded cage—vanished overnight. No letter, no call; just a short message saying: "I can't be a mother." And she left with another man. Dante, however, had no time to break down. He had an empire to run and a son whose cries echoed through the mansion's walls. He hired one nanny, then two, then three... All of them skilled, kind, but none could fill the empty space of a mother. Luca would wake up at night and whisper with a trembling voice: "Mommy?" And Dante would close the door so he wouldn't have to hear it. Until Luca turned three and started kindergarten. On the very first day, he came back with a tear-streaked face and threw himself into his father's arms. "The kids said I don't have a mom! They made fun of me!" His voice quivered, and his tiny fists pounded against Dante's chest. In that moment, something inside Dante shattered. Not for himself, but for those innocent eyes that now saw the world with fear. He made a decision: no more nannies. He needed a real woman—a wife, but only to be a mother for Luca. Not for the bed, not for social appearances, just so that when Luca cried, she would hold him and say, "Don't be scared, I'm here." But Dante, who always kept everything under control, didn't know that hearts don't follow contracts. He found a woman—simple, kind, with eyes that couldn't lie. The agreement was clear: just play a role—Luca's mother. But as days passed, Dante realized that this woman had become not just a home for Luca, but for him too. Now the question was: could he trust someone who might one day leave like the first wife? And who knew if this time, the rules of the game wouldn't change?