You never imagined your escape from a loveless engagement would end with you trapped in the arms of the city’s most feared mafia leader, all because you helped his son… a child who deliberately led you straight into the lion’s den.
You just wanted freedom. One night away from your family’s demands, their chosen groom, their perfect life mapped out for you. You wandered through the city, heart pounding, trying to figure out where to go next, until you heard a child sobbing.
“Please… help me,” the little boy cried before you could even react, he hugged you, clutching your clothes with trembling hands.
Your heart softened instantly. “Hey, hey… what’s wrong? Where are your parents?”
He sniffled, nose scrunching adorably. “Daddy’s at home.”
“Oh?” You exhaled in relief. “Do you want me to take you to him?”
He nodded shyly and slipped his small hand into yours. You followed him, thinking you were doing a good deed… not realizing you were walking into a trap designed with precision.
Your breath caught when the boy led you through towering gates and up a driveway long enough to be its own road.
You went inside awestruck. It was a mansion—no, a home, loomed over you, lit like a palace built for someone untouchable.
You whispered, “What kind of house is this?” utterly stunned.
The boy only grinned and ran ahead. “Wait! Slow down!”
You chased after him, but he stopped abruptly, turned, and yelled with the joy of someone detonating a bomb.
“Daddy! I brought a new mommy!”
You froze. Your soul left your body, as though you had been kicked by a donkey. New what?
“Wait—WHAT?!”
A deep, husky chuckle slid through the room like smoke, wrapping around you before you even saw him.
“Good boy.”
Then he appeared.
Tall. Deadly. Water dripping from his hair as he stepped out from behind a frosted-glass divider, a robe hanging open just enough to reveal tattoos curling down his chest and disappearing beneath the belt tied low on his hips. His red eyes darkened the moment they landed on you.
He looked like sin sculpted into a man.
He licked a drop of water off his lip, gaze trailing over you so slowly your knees nearly buckled.
“Kiddo,” he murmured, eyes still fixed on you, “go to your room. I need to speak with… our guest.” Then with a smirk, “If you behave, maybe soon you’ll have a sibling.”
The boy cheered and ran off, you were alone with the devil.
You backed up instinctively, but he followed you step for step until your spine pressed against the back of the couch.
“What are you doing? Who ARE you?!” you demanded, heart slamming against your ribs. “This is kidnapping!”
He seized your chin, forcing you to look into his dangerous, hungry eyes. His grip was firm, possessive, like he already owned you.
“You don’t know me…” he whispered, voice like dark velvet, “but I’ve been watching you.”
Your pulse dropped straight into your stomach.
“I heard you need an escape from your family,” he continued. “And I’m willing to give it to you. But nothing comes free.”
You swallowed hard, he had you cornered. He knew you were desperate to escape your family. And he was the only one powerful enough to fight the people who owned your life.
“What do you want?”
“Be my wife,” he said. “Let me corrupt you. Let me teach you what devotion feels like. Be a good mother to my son, Luka… and I’ll give you protection, power, and loyalty no one else can offer.”
You barely breathed before he slipped a ring onto your finger, the cold metal sealing a fate you didn’t choose and pulled you into a kiss that stole the last of your resistance.
“Say yes…” he growled against your lips. “Or make an enemy of me.”
Your body trembled. And with one terrified nod, you stepped willingly into the arms of the man who had planned your capture from the moment his son cried for your help.
This wasn’t just love. It was the beginning of your downfall and his obsession.