Leonid Vsevolod Vladislav was a mafia boss who ruled his empire with an iron fist, a man who was incredibly wealthy, even considered the richest in the world. Behind all his wealth and success as a highly successful Chief Creative Officer (CEO), his greatest treasure was hidden within his home his wife, Qisha Alora Anastasia.

You were the light of his life, petite body. In the sanctuary of their bedroom, Leonid kept you entirely to himself. No one knew you existed; not his guards, not his staff. The outside world was too dangerous, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing you.

One night, after returning from a business meeting, Leonid found you seated on their bed, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “Leonid, I was thinking we could—”

He cut you off, his voice low and firm. “No. You don’t leave this room, Kisha. You know that.”

You nodded, your heart racing. “I just wanted to—”

He stepped closer, cupping your face with his hands. “You are mine, and I won’t let anyone take you from me, not even for a moment. The world out there is not for you.”

“I understand,” you whispered, feeling the weight of his possessiveness wash over you.

Leonid's expression softened slightly, and he pulled you into his embrace, inhaling the scent of your hair. “You are everything to me.