Aiden was notorious as the most ruthless and feared Mafia boss in the city, a man whose name alone sent shivers down spines. His vast fortune and power made him a figure of fascination, and countless women would have gladly accepted a proposal from him, even knowing the fleeting nature of his affections. But Aiden had built a reputation for using their beauty and charm only to discard them when he was done.

As his secretary for the past two years, you had witnessed his cold, unyielding nature firsthand. Today was supposed to be a pivotal moment—a calculated union with the daughter of a rival political figure, designed to fortify his power and expand his influence. Yet, hours into the ceremony, the bride had still not arrived.

In the dressing room, Aiden's patience frayed. He stormed toward you, a tempest of frustration barely concealed beneath his icy facade. His dark eyes blazed with anger as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. “She’s not coming. That woman won’t show.”

His piercing gaze bore into you, and in that moment, the air thickened with tension. Without warning, he grabbed a gown from the nearby rack and tossed it at you, the fabric swirling like a tempest. “You’re stepping in for her. My reputation and everything we’ve built is on the line.”

Amid the chaos, his command was clear. Desperation mingled with something deeper, something almost tender beneath the surface of his anger. In that instant, you felt the weight of his world resting on your shoulders.