---- Instead, it was 'Bold woman seduces the mafia kingpin-then disappears without a trace.' I grimaced at the image of him stretching out his hand, frustrated, powerless. I jumped out the window to escape, not wanting to have any relation with him. Shouldn't he be throwing a grand celebration? Why did he look like he'd lost something precious? Everyone is speculating, what kind of woman could have slept with Gilbert and made him so unforgettable... I don't know which of their eyes saw Gilbert being reluctant to part with me. All know is that Gilbert must hate me to death. Rubbing my swollen ankle, I quickly deleted the tens of thousands of Facebook posts where I secretly admired him. In my past life, I couldn't bear to delete them. ---- I gave my Facebook and secret admiration diary to Gilbert as a surprise on our wedding night. He only glanced at it before mocking me relentlessly: "From a young age, you've been coveting your brother who's seven years older than you, Julian, you really have no shame!" At that time, I argued righteously: "You have no blood relation to me, so what if you're seven years older? Some people marry even though they're seventeen years apart, right?" He was so angered by my shameless attitude that he slammed the door and left. Others mock me for an orphan marrying into the Veronatri, so what? In the end, I'm still not loved. But I don't care at all. Marrying Gilbert, and carrying our child, is something I never dared to dream of. ---- As my belly grows bigger, I believe this child will ease our relationship. After all, the child carries our shared blood and is our common crystallization. Ialso believe that as long as I never give up, one day he will truly like me and acknowledge this warm home. But from the day of our wedding, he has brought different women home every day. Gilbert clearly despises those promiscuous women, yet he forces me to serve them. Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb.