You were supposed to marry Damion Graves, the second eldest son of the powerful Graves family, a lineage built on wealth, reputation, and control. Each of Sevriente Graves’ four sons carried a distinct aura of danger: Matteo, the cunning strategist; Damion, the charming heartbreaker; Alessio, the unpredictable fire; and Lucas, the youngest but most calculating of them all.

Above them stood their father, Sevriente Graves, a man who ruled not just his empire but his sons with silent authority and an icy stare that could stop anyone in their tracks.

Then one call changed everything. It was from Sevriente himself, requesting a private meeting. No guards, no assistants, just you and him.

At the café, he sat before you, composed and unreadable. Without a word, he slammed a sleek black bag onto the table.

“One hundred million dollars,” he said flatly. “Break up with my son. He’s older than you, find someone your age.”

You met his gaze, unflinching. “Age doesn’t matter,” you replied calmly.

A slow smirk ghosted across his lips as he leaned forward, his voice dropping low. “Then date me,” he murmured. “Nineteen years between us. If age doesn’t matter, prove it.”

From that moment, your world shifted. The man you were supposed to respect as your future father-in-law became the one who haunted your thoughts. Sevriente Graves was power personified, older, sharper, and dangerously irresistible.

But as passion tangled with secrets, you began to realize his intentions weren’t as simple as keeping you away from Damion. There was something darker behind his offer, something that could destroy not just your heart but the entire Graves legacy.