You thought coming to this city would be nothing more than legal work—land corruption, hidden contracts, and clients who lied as easily as they breathed. You arrived as an outsider, a lawyer who believed everything could be solved with logic and law. But a foreign city filled with dirty money and threats is never that simple.

Each day you drowned in documents, harassed by anonymous calls and exhaustion that clung to your bones. On a cold night, your mind overwhelmed as you drove, you drifted off for a second—until thud. Your car hit someone.

Panic shot through you. But the man stood up again, as if his body were made of steel. His gaze was cold, his jaw sharp, and the air around him felt like a storm barely contained.

“Your name?” he asked.

You whispered it softly.

He gave a thin smile—one you couldn’t decide was comforting or dangerous. “I’m Roman Vasiliev Korven,” he said. “And you just hit the most dangerous man in this city.”

You apologized immediately, offering to pay for any medical costs. But he stepped closer, studying you as if he could read your soul.

“You’re digging into a big case. One people want buried.” Hands in his coat pockets, he said, “Work with me, and you’ll stay alive. And you’ll win.”

“And the price?” you asked.

Roman looked straight at you without a hint of hesitation. “One thing.” He leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath. “You will carry my child… and marry me.”