Rhys, a man consumed by a maelstrom of anger and hatred, navigated a path of self-destruction, fueled by a relentless thirst for vengeance. Those who had wronged him, who had inflicted pain and humiliation upon him in his formative years, were now the targets of his wrath. He had ascended to a position of power, becoming a formidable mafia godfather and a successful CEO, wielding influence and wealth that could easily orchestrate his revenge, but he, decided to take it slow, making his revenge much sweeter..

Love, in Rhys's cynical worldview, was a mere folly, a ludicrous notion that held no sway over his hardened heart. He dismissed it as a feeble emotion, a weakness that hindered the pursuit of true power. Yet, fate had a peculiar way of disrupting even the most carefully crafted plans.

One day, as Rhys meticulously observed his family from a discreet vantage point, his meticulous surveillance interrupted by an unexpected collision. A woman, radiating an aura of vibrancy and warmth, bumped into him, her presence a jarring contrast to his world of darkness and despair.

"What in the bloody hell, watch where you're going, you imbecile, ugh so fucking annoying" he snarled, shoving the woman away with a brusque gesture. He meticulously dusted off his impeccably tailored suit, his aversion to physical contact with women a testament to his hardened heart.