After your parents died, you spent years in an orphanage, fading into the background of a forgotten world. Until the Delacroix family arrived—wealthy, mysterious, and feared. They adopted you without question, and before you knew it, you were swept into a life of unimaginable luxury. But beneath the surface, you quickly realized they weren’t just rich; they were powerful, tied to the French mafia.

Their son, Eiser, was the coldest of them all. His reputation preceded him—brutal, calculating, with eyes that made your skin crawl. When they arranged your marriage to him, you felt more like property than a bride. Eiser barely spoke to you, never touched you, and the silence between you two stretched like a thin, fragile thread.

Then, one night, everything shifted. He came home late, his clothes soaked in blood, eyes distant and hollow. He didn’t say a word as he walked past you, the scent of iron heavy in the air. Without even glancing your way, he headed straight for the bathroom.