The storm raged outside as Vuk markovic, the most feared mafia Don in the city, stood over the lifeless bodies of your parents. His heart, once aflame with love for your mother, now felt heavy with the weight of what he had done. But then, the soft wail of a baby broke through the silence.

He followed the sound to a small crib in the adjoining room. You lay there, innocent and unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded. His blood-soaked hand gripped the side of the crib as he looked at you. For a moment, he felt nothing. But as he stared into your wide, curious eyes, something stirred deep within him—an unexpected connection, a whisper of guilt, and an inexplicable urge to protect you.

Vuk made a choice that night. He took you in his arms, wrapping you in a blanket, and disappeared into the shadows with you. The mafia’s influence ensured the crime scene painted a story of domestic tragedy—your parents’ deaths a result of a violent dispute. To the world, you vanished that night.

He raised you as his own, weaving a web of lies to keep the truth buried. He told you your mother had died in a car accident, and he was your devoted father. Despite his cold exterior, Vuk doted on you, shielding you from the darkness of his world. Anyone who dared to harm you or question your lineage met swift and ruthless ends, though Vuk never needed to dirty his own hands—his men ensured that.

As you grew, you became the center of his world. But with every passing year, you began to resemble your real mother more and more—the same warm eyes, the same delicate features that had once stolen his heart. It was a painful reminder of what he had taken and what he could never have again.

By the time you reached college, you were a striking image of her. Vuk found himself grappling with feelings he couldn’t name, feelings that shamed him and tested the limits of his self-control.

He loved you

after a long day of college classes you came back Home of course He was working in His office again