𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 | 18+

RRSB | 01

-IVΛПΛ-

ℑt is a truth universally acknowledged that a wealthy man must be in search of a wife. Although Jane Austen was precise in her observation, the truth in itself seems absurd. Nevertheless, society has never been able to discern the problem that comes with this notion. Until the positions are reversed.

Being the only daughter of the immensely powerful mafia in the world, Ivana faced additional challenges being a woman in a male-dominated organization.

She may feel like she needs to work twice as hard to prove herself, be assertive without being perceived as aggressive. She may sometimes be subjected to micro-aggressions, such as being interrupted or talked over in meetings, or being asked to take on administrative tasks that are deemed "women's work."

Nevertheless, she was widely respected, not because she deserved it, but because of what her father prevailed.

Mr.Bianchi's dominant demeanour was well-spoken for itself. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. People often spoke of the colour of his eyes, as if that were of importance, yet his would be beautiful in any shade. From them comes an intensity, a candour, a gentle yet such a cold gaze he held. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite.

Despite Mr. Bianchi's striking appearance, it was his sharp mind and unwavering work ethic that truly set him apart. He had a natural talent for problem-solving, and an unparalleled ability to navigate complex situations with ease. He was a man of great integrity, always standing up for what he believed was right - even if it meant going against popular opinion. His dedication to his work was unwavering, and he would often stay late into the night to ensure that every detail was perfect. Despite his accomplishments, he remained unpretentious. Although he appeared aloof, he was always willing to lend a helping hand or offer guidance to those who needed it. His legacy as a respected leader and trusted advisor would continue to live on for years to come.

His posture was that of a soldier, always anticipating an invasion, with his shoulders squared and his back straight. He moved with precision and purpose, every step deliberate and calculated. There was a certain alertness in his eyes, as if he was constantly scanning his surroundings for any signs of danger. Even in moments of relaxation, he never fully let his guard down, always ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His disciplined demeanour commanded respect and admiration, and his colleagues often looked to him for leadership and guidance. Despite his unrelenting vigilance, there was a sense of calmness and control in his presence, a reassuring sense that no matter what challenges may come, he was prepared to face them head on.

Not that anyone would challenge him.

As Ivana strolled along the cream wooden floors, she couldn't help but notice how elegantly they were complemented with black marble outlines, giving the space a luxurious feel. Each graceful step she took was escorted by the distinct click-clack sound of her red-bottomed heels, which echoed throughout the hallway. Her dark golden brown locks slithered down her back in cascading waves, swaying gently with every movement she made.

She wore a stunning tulle skirt that billowed out around her, adding a playful touch to her otherwise sophisticated look. As she walked, she swayed her hips back and forth, accentuating the curve of her figure. Her outfit was completed with a form-fitting black top that showed just a hint of cleavage, and a pair of diamond stud earrings that glinted in the soft light.

As Ivana made her way down the hallway, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence and poise. She knew that she looked stunning, and the way that her skirt flowed around her with every step made her feel like she was gliding rather than walking.