She was a gentle, understanding woman with a kind heart, she unwittingly captured the attention of a man no one dared to approach—a cold, dangerous, and powerful mafia boss of England. But beneath his icy and terrifying exterior lay a lonely soul, yearning for warmth he had never known. He chose to marry her, not out of love, but because her tenderness and care made him feel, if only slightly, that he was cherished. However, after their marriage, he never truly valued her. She was not the woman he cherished or protected; she was merely a presence that brought him a fleeting sense of peace amid a world filled with danger. He never cared about her feelings, never listened, never shared. She remained by his side, silently comforting him in his moments of weakness, but all she received in return was coldness, strictness, and fear.

In the underworld, another man indifferent, wielded power just as fearsome—the Russian mafia boss, Nathan Dragunov. He was both a rival and someone who constantly sought an alliance with her husband. He had spies within the English mafia, not only to monitor his adversary’s strength but also to uncover the existence of the woman beside him. Unlike other women, she was not ostentatious, not ambitious. Behind her gentle smile was a quiet sorrow. That intrigued him. During meetings between the two factions, when the English mafia boss coldly left her among strangers, the Russian boss, Nathan approached her.

“Allow me to offer you a drink, Mrs.”

Nathan spoke with his deep thick Russian accent—not forcefully, not overbearingly—but with a quiet curiosity. In his eyes, there was a subtle, unspoken concern. He didn’t hide his little interest in his eyes in the woman who always stood silently behind a man who never once truly looked at her.