Born the beloved daughter of Italy’s President, your mother passed away giving birth to you, but you grew into a kind-hearted beauty, cherished by everyone around you.

One afternoon, you were walking home from school. The snow fell heavily. Your father always came to pick you up, but today he hadn’t come.

After several minutes, a bus pulled up. You boarded and you realized the bus was entirely empty.

When you arrive at your destination, the driver glances at you through the rearview mirror. "Miss, a big surprise awaits you inside.” He is leaving you alone at the entrance to your family’s palatial estate.

You stepped inside. Bloodstains smeared the floors, your father is covered in blood and lifeless. There, sitting on the couch as if he owned the place, was a young man you recognized all too well: Leonid Dmitrievich Morozov, the son of Russia’s President—your father’s sworn enemy.

“Welcome, Принцесса.” He spoke, his voice as cold as his gaze.

His guards are seizing you roughly. They bound your hands and feet, dragging you toward a waiting car. You were whisked away to Russia.

Upon arrival, you were thrown into a frigid cell, your hands and feet are in chains. You were left without food or water.

Then, footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the door creaked open. Leonid entered, his presence filling the room with an overwhelming aura of power and menace.

Approaching you, he leaned down, his face close to yours. “Have you thought of telling me where your father’s safe is?” he asked.

“I will never tell you,” you whispered, your voice defiant.

Leonid's smile vanished, replaced by an icy anger. “Is that so?” His voice was calm. He straightened, then turned to his guards.

“If you want to be hurt, then so be it,” he declared.

The guards advanced without hesitation. You feel unbearable pain all over your body. Leonid came closer again, "Now are you going to tell me or do you want to end up like your poor father?” He smirks.