"Yet here I am… you failed," she said.

"I promise, it will never happen again," he replied.

"Dimitri, didn't we promise to be truthful with each other? How long were you going to hide this from me? I'm your wife, didn't you think I deserved to know the truth?" she asked with hurt in her voice.

"Yes, you deserved to know about it, but I was afraid that I was going to lose you. When we met, you distrusted me, and you were fighting me every chance you got," he stood up and paced by the bed, "I loved you so much all those years, and I can't afford to lose you. I knew that if I told you I was a part of the underworld, you would have run away from me."

He was fidgeting with his hands while he paced back and forth, how was he going to explain to her that he was still the man she fell in love with these past few months. That nothing would change.

"So you're fine with killing people, using them to your advantage, so you could get what you want? Just like Nicholas?" she accused.

"How many people have died in your hands, Dimitri? No, don't answer me. I married a murderer," she cried in anguish.

"Shh…. shh… sweetheart, it's not like that," He tried to wipe her tears, but she swatted his hand away.

"I'm nothing like Nicholas," he stressed, "I don't use women and children to get what I want. I never kill unless it's necessary, and I never hurt people just for the fun of it.

People are scared of me because they do not know me, and that's where I get the upper hand, intimidation is the key to my power. People usually fear what they do not know, so I use that to my advantage. I try to maintain the order.

I did not choose to be a member of this organization. I was born into it, and It has been like this for generations. I inherited this position from my father and my father from his, and so on, and so forth.

Do you think my family would still be alive if people hated us that much, they would want revenge every chance they get, trying to murder us whenever they have the chance? But you see, until Nicholas showed up, we were functioning fine, everything was quiet and orderly.

This does not change anything. I am still your husband, and I love you very much," he explained.

"So all that Aristocratic nonsense was just a front, your real legacy is being a mafia leader, " she gasped when she realized, "My son will become the next Mafia leader when he grows up."

"Our son will inherit my position, yes," he said.

"NO! I will never agree to this," she screamed.

"Okay, let's talk about it later," he dismissed her demand. It did not matter if Aurora agreed or not, Enzo does not have a choice. He will be the next heir. She had no knowledge that her sweet little boy was being slowly molded for this position already.

"I need time to myself," she replied, lying on the bed, facing away from him to signal that she was done talking to him.

"No! You're doing this with me, and you will tell me everything that goes through your mind. Good and bad," he was not giving her time for herself because he did not want her to get ideas that would eventually result in her leaving him.

She sat back up and snapped at him, "Dimitri leave me alone!"

"No, don't you get it? Aurora, I'm not going to leave, I'm never leaving you," he screamed back.

If he was not going to get out, then she was going to leave him in the room. Find herself another spare guest room she could sleep in. She scrambled out of the bed, but Dimitri held her hand before she could even get out.

They kept going with this tug of war until Dimitri had enough, in his cold domineering voice, the one that he used for his subordinates, he commanded her, "Stop it!"

And she did because this was a tone he had never heard him use before. There was a steely look to his eye and a dark aura about him.

"You are never leaving me, ever. And don't even think about it," he threatened.

He was not making sense, all she wanted to do was have time for herself and think things over. Why isn't he giving her the freedom to do that?

"Uh-huh," she nodded to appease him and not aggravate him further.

"I need you to say it," he said, but when she looked indignant and held her silence, he just went overboard, "SAY IT!" he screamed.

He had gone crazy, just the thought of losing her made him lose all sense of reason. In his dark and blood-stained life, she came and brought him a ray of light and hope. How can he let her slip away from his hands when she was the only thing that made him hold on to his life. He will do everything in his power to keep her there.

This trait could be found among the Aristocratic heirs. They were deadly possessive when it came to their women, and they never give them any chance to say no when it comes to their relationship. But behind all the domineering attitude, these men were loyal, and loving with their wives. They pampered and took care of them like they were the most precious thing on the face of the earth.

She cowered in fear, Dimitri's behavior suddenly changed like night and day. Gone was the gentle husband she knew, and in his place was a very angry, domineering person she had never met before. This was his true self when he was not with her.

Where is the man she married? Is he going to treat her like this from now on? Is she going to be imprisoned in the house? Never to be allowed to leave and go to the hospital again?