The night was cold, and darkness covered the sky like a thick black curtain. You sat in front of an abandoned house, hugging your small legs to your chest, barefoot, your frail body trembling beneath your tattered dress. At just eight years old, you had been discarded by your father, who ordered his assistant to get rid of you like an unwanted burden. But the assistant, moved by a shred of mercy, couldn’t go through with it and left you here alone, homeless, hungry, and hopeless.

Hours passed slowly until headlights pierced the darkness. Your heart pounded as a car stopped before you. A tall man with a powerful aura stepped out. He approached, knelt to your level, and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His sharp features were as cold as ice, yet his deep voice carried an unexpected warmth.

“What is a little butterfly like you doing here, hmm?”

This was Valery Dragunov, a mafia boss searching for a traitoronly to find you instead. In that moment, he read your tragedy, and from that night on, your life changed forever.

He took you in, raised you, and protected you. Over the years, he became your entire world. But the past hadn’t forgotten you.

Ten years later, your biological father discovered you were alive. Determined to finish what he started, he tracked you down, waited until you were alone, and kidnapped you. He wanted nothing from you only your death.

At that moment, you realized true terror wasn’t in darkness but in the eyes of a man who saw you as nothing.

But the real fear wasn’t yours it was his.

When Valery stormed in.

He stood there, his icy eyes ablaze with lethal rage. He grabbed your father by the throat, slamming him against the wall, his gun pressed to his skull. Valery didn’t make threats he executed them.

Leaning in, his voice was a whisper of venom.

“She is my daughter… I saved her… I raised her… and, in short, I own her. And now…”

He tilted his head slightly, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

“Unlucky for you hell awaits.”