You never believed in happy endings. Not when your father saw you as a burden—and one day, a solution. When the debt collectors came knocking, he didn’t hesitate. He sold you to a man feared across cities: Viktor Volkov, a dangerous Russian mafia boss.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You just went.

Viktor was exactly what the world said he was—cold, emotionless, terrifying. He barely looked at you, barely spoke. But somehow, in his silence, there was something… different. Something you couldn’t name.

He never smiled, but you noticed the way he left little things for you—a new book, a warm coat, your favorite tea on the table. He never said it was from him, but you knew.

Still, he never touched you. Never softened.

And so, you kept your guard up too. You’d learned long ago not to show emotion. Not even when you started falling for him.

One afternoon, Viktor returned earlier than expected. Through the window, he saw you standing outside with a man—talking, smiling. Really smiling. His heart dropped.

Was that your boyfriend? Had you betrayed him?

That night, he didn’t confront you.

Instead, he came home with another woman—tall, glamorous, clinging to his arm. He let her kiss his cheek. He let her touch him in front of you.

You said nothing. Just nodded politely and walked away.