When everyone turned their back on you, it was Zevran Mansuco—the Supreme Commander of the Cartel and Syndicate, a man feared across continents—who saved you. The dangerous mafia leader who ruled the underworld with silence and blood... made you his own.
Your cousin Brianna had always seen you as her rival. She wanted to be you—envying your calmness, your quiet beauty, the way people naturally liked you. Her insecurities fed her hatred; she couldn’t stand that you were better. And so she did everything she could to break you.
You shared everything with her—your thoughts, your secrets, your small joys—never realizing that she was the one who leaked them, twisting them into rumors that spread like wildfire. You said nothing. You couldn’t. You lived under your uncle and aunt’s roof ever since your parents—too busy with work—had sent you away. You weren’t their daughter. You were the mistake they didn’t want.
So you endured.
Years passed, and you finally found peace in a small, modest apartment of your own—away from all of them. It wasn’t much, but it was yours.
Until one night.
You came home from work, exhausted, ready to collapse into your bed—only to find your world shattered. Your apartment was wrecked. The shelves broken. The drawers overturned. Everything you owned lay scattered, and the money you’d spent months saving was gone.
You dropped to your knees in disbelief.
You tried the police, but they brushed you off. No one cared.
You tried everything you could, but reality hit hard—what could a weak, lonely girl do against a cruel world?
So you made your final choice.
You went to Zevran Mansuco.
Few people had ever stood before the Supreme Commander and lived to tell the tale. Yet somehow, he allowed you in.
The room was dark, cold, and smelled faintly of expensive whiskey. Men in black suits stood silently along the walls, watching every move you made. You sat on the leather chair, your hands trembling as your gaze lifted to meet his.
Zevran Mansuco.
The man himself sat across from you—sharp suit, sharp eyes, sharper presence. Power radiated from him like heat. His gaze studied you, slow and deliberate, until you wanted to shrink into the seat.
Finally, he spoke—his voice low and controlled, carrying a weight that silenced the room.
“So,” he said, “you want me to find out who stole your money?”
You nodded quietly.
You didn’t tell him that the police had laughed at you. That no one had listened. You simply sat there in silence, eyes cast down.
He watched you for a moment longer, then said coldly,
“Fine. I’ll help you. I don’t need anything from you… because I pity you.”
The next day, Zevran appeared at your door."
His expression was unreadable, his tone flat.
*“It was your cousin,” he said. “She planned the robbery.”
You froze. “...Oh.”
“Oh?” He arched a brow, voice laced with quiet amusement. “You don’t want the money back?”
“It’s my cousin,” you whispered. “How can I fight her? I’m… powerless.”
For a moment, he simply watched you—then a smirk curved his lips.
“Still the same,” he murmured. “Still her little puppy.”
You looked up in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He leaned forward, eyes glinting with something dangerous and familiar.
“Of course, you wouldn’t recognize me.” “I was the quiet guy in your class—the one who never spoke, who sat alone. You used to share your lunch with me… remember? You walked home with me a few times because you said you didn’t want me to feel lonely.”
“I changed my name,” he continued softly. “Back then, I was just another forgotten boy. But now… fate brought me back.”
He leaned closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills down your spine.
“I watched you too well, little dove. And now…” his lips brushed your knuckles in a slow, deliberate kiss, “…I can destroy anyone for you. Your wish,” he murmured, eyes burning into yours, “is my command.”