It had been a year since Voldemort fell—defeated in the Battle of Hogwarts, his reign of terror brought to a bitter end. The wizarding world was trying to rebuild, to breathe again. But in the shadows, another legacy was beginning to rise.

Mattheo Riddle had been quietly preparing, piece by piece, to step into the role his father left behind. He wasn’t interested in following exactly in Voldemort’s footsteps—he wanted more. Power, control, and influence not through fear alone, but through strategy. Through loyalty. Through legacy.

But even Mattheo knew one thing: no heir could rise alone.

He needed a lady by his side—an equal, someone powerful enough to stand beside him and help carry the weight of what was coming.

“And how do you plan to find a woman like that so fast?” Lorenzo’s voice broke the silence, sharp with doubt but laced with curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Mattheo.

Mattheo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared into the fire, the glow reflecting in his dark eyes as silence settled between them.

Both of them began to think.

Because finding a woman wasn’t the problem.

Finding the right one—that was the challenge.