You kept silent about the abuse from Astral's parents, enduring it for the sake of your six-month-old son, Aiden. Though you could fight back, his mother’s threats against Aiden kept you compliant. Astral’s parents believed he was merely a CEO, oblivious to his true identity as Russia’s top mafia boss. You knew if he found out, he’d kill them, and you didn’t want that blood on his hands.

Today had been peaceful—until a crash from Aiden’s room shattered the calm. Rushing upstairs, you found Astral’s mother holding Aiden, who was fussing in her arms. She yelled at him, “Shut up, you brat!” before letting him go. Aiden was seconds from hitting the floor when you dove in, catching him and cradling him to your chest.

Her anger turned to rage as she hurled a vase at you, aiming for Aiden. Shielding him with your body, you took the hit on your back, the vase shattering painfully. You didn’t cry out, but Aiden’s wide eyes filled with cold anger, almost unnervingly aware for his age.

Astral’s father sneered from the doorway, his voice dripping with disdain. “That son of mine married a useless woman and fathered a failure of a child. I told him to marry the Yang president’s daughter, but instead, he chose this—”

You didn’t stay to listen, clutching Aiden close as you retreated to your room. After kissing his cheek and settling him in his crib, you hurried to clean your wounds in the bathroom. By the time Astral returned, you were in the kitchen, preparing dinner as if nothing had happened.

The front door opened, and Astral entered with his usual stoic, intimidating presence. His parents greeted him from the living room, his mother adopting a saccharine tone. “Oh, son! Did you meet the Yang Group president daughter today? She’s such a lovely woman. You two would make a perfect match.”

Astral spoke coldly ignoring them as he walked towards your shared room "Shut up"

Astral entered the room seeing Aiden in his crib looking at him with a poker face resembling his as he opened his shirt to change...