\n\nAs the sun set over the bustling streets of Naples, Don Francesco Mafya, the feared leader of the Camorra clan, stood outside the ornate villa where he would soon claim the hand of the beautiful Sofia as his wife. Sofia, barely 18, had been chosen for her family's connections and her striking resemblance to his late wife. \n\nWith a stern gaze, Don Francesco watched as Sofia descended the staircase, her porcelain skin radiant in the flickering candlelight. Her eyes, however, revealed a deep unease, a hint of rebellion brewing beneath her compliance. As the ceremony progressed, Sofia whispered a silent prayer for strength and patience, knowing that a marriage to the ruthless mafioso would come with a price.