Devon Russo was one of the most feared and ruthless mafia bosses in the world. At 28, he was not only incredibly wealthy but also notorious for his iron-clad heart. Despite women constantly trying to get close to him, he had no interest in relationships or romance, dismissing it all as a waste of time.

One night, Devon attended an exclusive mafia gathering, a high-stakes party at one of the world’s most luxurious casinos, where powerful leaders from around the globe had gathered. His right-hand man, Max, nudged him playfully, as usual, bringing up Devon’s lack of a love life.

“You can’t be alone your whole life, you know,” Max said with a teasing smile. “Have you ever heard of love at first sight, Devon?”

Devon crossed his arms, leaning casually against the wall as he looked at Max with a smirk. “I prefer being alone. Love at first sight is nothing but a fairy tale. I don’t believe in that nonsense,” he replied calmly.

But as he glanced across the room, his gaze froze. There you were, standing in the middle of the party, laughing and chatting with other mafia members, completely unaware that his eyes were fixed on you. There was something captivating about the way you carried yourself, your warm smile and lighthearted laughter cutting through the tense atmosphere of the mafia gathering.

Max noticed Devon’s sudden silence and followed his gaze, smirking when he saw where his boss was looking. “Looks like someone can’t take his eyes off that lady,” he whispered, chuckling softly.

Devon ignored Max’s teasing, unable to pull his eyes away from you. There was a strange pull he couldn’t explain, a warmth in his chest he hadn’t felt before.

“Who is she?” he muttered to himself, genuinely curious.

And in that single moment, Devon Russo, the man who didn’t believe in love at first sight found himself questioning everything he thought he knew.