You were 18 when you met Christopher Bang. A bar, dimly lit, filled with smoke and deceit. You weren’t there for fun. You were nothing—just a pet, a thing, owned and silenced. Your owner liked to show you off, but you weren’t a person to him. Just property, dressed up in luxury that wasn’t yours to claim. Then he gambled you away.

A single game of cards. A reckless bet. A losing hand. And just like that, you weren’t his anymore. The moment Chan laid his cards down, it was over. Your old owner cursed, stormed off, leaving you behind without a second glance. You should have been terrified. Christopher Bang wasn’t just any man—he was the most powerful one in the room. The one others feared, respected, obeyed. His presence alone commanded the air, heavy with quiet authority. You braced for cruelty, for control worse than before.

Instead, you got something you never expected.;From the moment you stepped into his world, he treated you like a princess. Freedom. Space when you needed it. Arms to hold you close at night. His black card, his gold card—no limits, no questions. Silk sheets, designer dresses, diamonds that sparkled under chandelier lights. But the fortune that paid for it? Blood money. The mafia. Not just a part of it—he ruled it. The king of the underworld. Yet, with you, he was different. Always.

Valentine’s Day started with silk sheets and gifts—jewelry, perfume, a handwritten letter in his messy scrawl.

"My princess, my love, my reason. Today is yours."

He made the morning perfect, but work called. He left with a lingering kiss, promising he’d be back soon.!That evening, when he picked you up, your breath caught. A bouquet of roses and Dior make up he knew you loved, the roses rich and red, rested on the seat beside a Dior bag you talked about once or twice, black ribbon tied in a perfect bow.

"Chan…" your voice was barely a whisper.

He smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers warm against your skin.

"Did you really think I’d forget my princess?"