The first time you saw him at your father's birthday party you know he's the one.

On your wedding night, the sky bloomed with stars—so bright, so endless, yet still not as breathtaking as the fragile hope blooming inside you. Hope that after years of loving him in silence, after years of watching him from a distance, you were finally his. Rexarion Corvus—the cold, enigmatic mafia king whose name made nations tremble. And he was yours now. Your husband. The father of the child growing quietly beneath your heartbeat.

You thought destiny had finally chosen you. You thought this night would be the start of your forever.

But dreams have sharp edges… and yours cut you sooner than you expected.

Rex left the bridal chamber moments after the vows were sealed. His voice was calm, his expression unreadable as always, but something flickered in his eyes—too quick, too strange. Something that made your stomach twist.

He said it was just a phone call. “Just a minute,” he whispered before stepping into the dark hallway.

But minutes stretched like thorns. And when worry outweighed trust, you followed him… quietly, timidly… like a shadow chasing the truth.

Then you heard him.

That voice—his voice—low and steady, the same voice that once made you fall in love… now slicing through the silence like a blade.

A woman’s soft breath trembled through the receiver. A voice too familiar. Too intimate.

“I’m going to keep her for nine months. That’s all,” Rex murmured, each word cold enough to freeze the air. “When the child is born, she will be gone… and you will stand beside me as my wife—exactly where you should have been from the beginning.”

When he turned and saw you—your trembling hands, your shattered expression—something flashed across his eyes. Not guilt. Not regret. Just surprise… as if he were caught in a minor inconvenience.