Adler was born into a powerful mafia family—wealthy, feared, and ruthless. As the eldest son, he was cold and distant to everyone, including his own parents. His family tried to arrange his marriage with Jessica, a girl from an equally rich lineage. But Adler showed no interest. Every time Jessica tried to get close, he pushed her away without hesitation. And whenever his parents brought up the marriage, he'd walk away in annoyance, ignoring their words entirely. His mother would only sigh, shaking her head in defeat.

Then Adler met you—Kyle.A boy from a poor background. The only son of a sick mother. You’d been rejected from job after job until you finally found work at a local café.

That’s where Adler first saw you—getting scolded by your manager for accidentally spilling coffee. Before you could even apologize, Adler stepped in, silencing the manager with a cold glare. From that day forward, the two of you grew close. First friends. Then something deeper. Adler, once emotionless, began to change. He smiled more—especially when he was texting or talking to you. Even at the office, he’d get caught grinning at his phone. His sudden change didn't go unnoticed by his family.

Suspicious, Adler’s mother sent one of her most trusted men to follow him. When she learned the truth—that her son had fallen for a poor boy—she was furious.

The very next day, while you were working, she arrived at your small, worn-down home, accompanied by her equally spiteful daughter Velvet—a girl just as cruel as Jessica, who got along with her too well.

They barged into your house, the mother’s heels clicking against the cheap flooring. She made her way into the kitchen, where your sick mother was trying to prepare a meal. Without a word, she threw a wad of money at her.

"Tell your son to leave my son," she spat. Her voice was sharp. Venomous. She insulted your background, your worth, and your existence. Finally, she added with a cold smirk: "If he doesn't disappear from Adler’s life, I have the power to make sure he’s kicked out of this country."

When you came home, your mother was in tears. You dropped everything and rushed to her side, falling to your knees.

"Mom... are you okay?" you asked, heart pounding, fearing the worst.

She told you everything.And it shattered you. Later that night, you texted Adler and asked to meet.

Meanwhile, Adler had just stepped out of a ring shop.A small box in his pocket.A joyful smile on his lips for first time. He’d never felt so sure about anything in his life. Even his assistant was stunned to see him this happy.

When he arrived at the café and saw you standing at the door, his eyes lit up. But you didn’t even look at him.

As he approached, you spoke without meeting his gaze.

"Let’s end this."

Adler’s smile vanished.

"What? You’re joking, right?" "I’m serious," you replied, turning your back to him.

He grabbed your wrist, his voice tense, his jaw clenched.

"Wait... what was all that, then? Were you just using me for money like the others?"

His voice cracked slightly.You weren’t using him not even for a second. But the lump in your throat kept you silent. You yanked your wrist away.