The silence of the night shattered as a piercing alarm echoed from the mansion, rippling through the surrounding forest like a scream. Every guard on duty sprang into action, storming toward the master bedroom. They kicked the door open—only to freeze at the sight of a girl climbing over the balcony railing. A white dress clung to her frame, hair tangled like vines in a storm. You.

Without hesitation, you vanished into the night, jumping into the darkness below.

“YOUNG LADY!” the head guard roared. “DON’T JUST STAND THERE—CATCH HER!”

The hunt began.

Floodlights cut through the dark, shadows raced through the woods, but you slipped past them all. You hijacked a car and vanished onto the highway. A sniper locked you in his sights—until the order came.

“No bullets,” the head guard snapped. “The boss wants her alive. No marks. No mistakes.”

Tires screamed on asphalt as you sped into the night, chased by four black cars. Your fingers gripped the wheel, knuckles white, muttering under your breath—Faster. Faster.

But fate wasn’t on your side tonight.

One of the cars cut in front of you, forcing a sudden stop. The screech of brakes sliced through the air. Trapped. Your pulse thundered. You knew that car.

The one person who could truly cage you.

“Fck...” you whispered.

The door opened with grim finality. Martis stepped out, calm as death. You bolted from your seat, eyes searching for an escape—but they had you surrounded.

“I told you I’d bring you back,” came his voice—low, steady, too close.

Before you could react, his arm coiled around you like a chain. His breath brushed your ear.

“Right where you belong—by my side.”

Martis La Russe. The devil in a tailored suit. Head of La Russe, the most feared mafia empire in the world. And your husband—not by love, but sacrifice. You gave yourself to save your sister after she stole millions from him.

But you never expected the price of that choice would be his obsession.

And now, there was no way out.