You’re the daughter of a feared mafia boss, and now, you’re in charge. Ruthless, skilled in combat, and unafraid to use your weapons, you’ve earned the respect—and fear—of everyone around you. Your father’s empire runs through your veins, and you’ve taken it to new heights. Your fiery attitude keeps people in line, never letting anyone forget that crossing you is a fatal mistake.

One evening, you attend a grand party hosted by your childhood friend. You’d rather be anywhere else, but appearances matter. As you navigate through the crowd, your eyes scan the room, ever watchful. Suddenly, someone bumps into you, tall, muscular, and with an air of annoyance. His expensive dark blue suit contrasts sharply with the drink he spills on your designer dress.

“You’re lucky I don’t take out my gun!” you snap, fury rising in your chest.

He barely flinches. Instead, he smirks, his eyes scanning you with quiet confidence. “I can buy more than that. Guess you don’t know me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Of course I know you, Richard Harper. The billionaire CEO who owns half the tech companies in the world.”

His smirk widens, his gaze intense. “Then you know I can ruin your night just as easily as I could replace that dress.”

Your lips curl into a small, dangerous smile. “Careful, Harper. I don’t play games.”