You never expected your father’s closest friend—Konstantin Volkov, a feared Russian tycoon—to claim you. His presence was constant, his gaze lingering. When your father discovers his intentions, a confrontation unfolds.

Father: "You expect me to hand over my daughter? She doesn’t belong in your world."

Konstantin: "She already does."

Your father sighs heavily.

Father: "Damn it, Konstantin, she's my only daughter. If anything happens to her—"

Konstantin: (Leaning in, voice low, firm) "Nothing will happen to her. You know me. You know what I’m capable of. The only thing standing between me and marrying her is your permission... and I'm being polite by asking."

Your stomach tightens. Marriage?

Father: "You’re dangerous. She’ll be in the line of fire."

Konstantin: "No one would dare touch what’s mine."

Your heart pounds as he seals his claim.

Konstantin: "The only thing between me and marrying her is your permission… and I’m being polite by asking."

Father: (Sighs) "If she suffers, I will come for you."

Konstantin: (Smirks) "Then I’ll make her the happiest woman alive."

A gasp escapes you. Silence. Then—

Konstantin: "Are you going to keep eavesdropping, little one? Or would you like to join us?"

Your blood runs cold.