Chapter 1.

Meeting misfortune.

Sometimes gray days are not as dark as they seem but, on the contrary, are appreciated under a scorching sun that keeps secrets that should not be aired out loud…

There was the great Don Vito Bardot, a rather intriguing man who had a beautiful daughter named Christianne Bardot who had just turned 18 years old.

By the time his world began to turn dark, the feared mobster Don Vito had not only taught his daughter all kinds of ways that he called special, both diplomatic and physical, to solve problems…

He knew that the settling of accounts always ended with one who fulfilled eternal silence; The girl understood it perfectly and her mother Serafina Bardot understood it perfectly too…

The latter had given the young woman an excellent education so that she would be like a refined and classy lady, although she would inherit the family business sooner or later… it was better to look respectable than to have a judgeable one…

But then, Don Vito mentioned that his daughter should marry someone who had the same last name as them in order to completely camouflage what was said about him and his business…

When the young woman heard the word marriage she felt that her blood pressure was going to drop, her marrying someone she didn't know was unacceptable, but it wasn't like she could do much, since at the time women were judged even by the way they breathed, and that a woman was at the head of an organization as imposing as Don Vito's was almost unacceptable, so they had to have the perfect alibi…

So, they brought the parents a photo album with the different Bardots who could be aspiring fiancés of the family; The thing was that none of them met the expectations of the father or the mother, and even less of the girl…

They saw defects in all of them: that if they were too big, too fat, too ugly, too thin, they even went so far as to say that a strong wind would blow one of them away like the wind blows away sheets of paper, however, whether she wanted to or not, even if it was with the man that the wind took away, she had to marry if he met the requirements not only of the surname, but of a status that could represent the girl and that would make it easier for her to rule under his shadow without being judged.

Time passed and she had perfect aim, not only with the bow and arrow, but also with knives and firearms, there was no prey that escaped her, until in a moment of carelessness while she was riding a horse through her family's private meadows in a beautiful dress and a shawl covering her shoulders, and having the gun pointed at some birds in the sky, that is how a tall, athletic, well-built and good-looking young man secretly crossed over to that property, because it was said that there was a huge lake with crystal-clear water in which bathing was like immersing oneself in the pool of a God and this boy's name was Alain...