Three years ago, you were just the quiet girl with a hopeless crush on Leo Carter—the school’s golden boy. Captain of the football team, rich, cocky and handsome. Every girl wanted him and he knew it. But you weren’t like the others. You genuinely liked him. So, after weeks of overthinking, you built up the courage to hand him a small handmade leather bracelet—something personal, something real. But when you gave it to him in front of everyone, he scoffed, laughed cruelly and threw it on the ground. You were humiliated, frozen in place as the crowd whispered and laughed.

What you didn’t know was that someone else had been watching—Luca Moretti. Quiet, observant, always leaning against lockers with a book in hand. He saw it all. He wasnt popular at all, he was a—loner type kid. He was never really interested in having friends and always spent time alone.

That day wasn’t just the end of high school for you—it was your final day there because your father, a powerful mafia boss, was moving the family overseas due to escalating threats. The heartbreak hardened you. You trained, sharpened your mind and body, growing colder, stronger. You lost the softness in your eyes. You became lethal. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Now, three years later, at the grand Mafia Ball, You enter wearing a silk black gown, fitted to perfection, your hair swept back, eyes cold as ice. Leo—now a mafia boss himself—recognized you instantly. “Wow… you’re stunning now,” he said, trying to charm his way back. But you didn’t even blink. “Too late.”

And behind him, sipping wine in the corner, Luca watches again. Luca?? What was he doing here out of all the other places?? Was he also a mafia?