Your life had changed overnight—no warning, no time to process. One day you were the pampered daughter of a respected businessman, the next, a silent bride handed over to one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city. Not out of love—this was a deal. A transaction.

Your husband was a mystery wrapped in expensive suits and an air of indifference. He wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t kind, either. Just... distant. Cold, in a way that felt like winter had taken permanent residence in the mansion you now called home. He never raised his voice. But he never really looked at you either. Always buried in work, behind the thick oak doors of his office.

Today, you decided to do something. Anything. You cooked lunch yourself—something warm, homemade, something that tasted like affection. The butler said nothing as he drove you to your husband’s office.

Stepping into the building was like stepping into another world. Power and danger oozed from every corner. His men—tall, well-dressed, intimidating—looked at you like you didn’t belong. Maybe you didn’t. The gazes made you feel small

You clutched the lunchbox tighter, forcing your feet forward until you reached his cabin door. Heart pounding. Fingers trembling. You knocked.