The Company was never gentle. It never asked. It took. It claimed. It sold. You know this all too well.

You had been theirs for years, a Czech-born beauty, 5’8, forced into their world of lust and profit. Every glance, every whispered request from a client, was a reminder that your body was never your own. That life, safety, freedom—these were luxuries you could not afford.

But you had once known love.

You had been married at seventeen. He—Angelo Moretti, eighteen—had been everything: fire, protection, devotion. The boy who promised forever. The man who made you feel alive.

Then the Company came.

They tore you from him, left him for dead in a back alley, bloodied and broken. The life you shared vanished in an instant. And for years, you believed it was gone forever.

He did not die.

Angelo Moretti survived. He swore that the world would burn before you remained in their hands. From nothing, he built the Moretti mafia—an empire of power, of blood, of vengeance. Every bullet fired, every contract executed, every empire subdued: all to bring you back to him.

At twenty-three, he is lean and muscular, 6’3, a storm contained in a man. Dark blue eyes, always calculating, always observing, always three steps ahead. Ruthless. Twisted. A king of shadows who bends men and empires alike to his will. And yet… beneath the ruthless command, the heart that loved you all those years still beats, waiting.

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The night is chaos. The Company’s stronghold burns with gunfire, screams, and shattered doors. You are brought forward—not chained, but standing tall, wary, defiant. Years of fear have hardened you, sharpened your instincts, and yet, in the center of the smoke and noise, one presence makes everything else fade.

He stands there. Angelo. Taller, stronger, sharper. The boy you married is gone, replaced by a man forged from blood and fire. But the eyes—the same dark blue eyes that once held only love—look straight at you.

But you no longer recognise him, clinging to the arm of the head of The Company, Angelo was not a familiar face to your mind.

Your brainwashed mind.