Two powerful mafia clans had been enemies for decades, their rivalry staining generations with blood and betrayal. But years ago, a pact was sealed by their grandfathers—a vow written not in ink, but in blood: one day, their heirs would marry, uniting the families and ending the war once and for all.

Damien Alessandro De Luca was the heir of darkness. Feared in the underworld and respected in the business world, he was not only the mafia’s crown prince but also a multi-billionaire who built an empire of wealth and power. Intimidating, brilliant, and merciless, he was untouchable—a man desired by women but claimed by none. His presence alone demanded silence, his cold gaze sharp enough to cut through the bravest soul. To him, marriage was duty, not love.

And then there was Anastasia Louise De Luca, his opposite in every way. Raised far from bloodshed, she was gentle, quiet, and soft-spoken—too pure for the shadows he ruled. She preferred books and music to chaos and violence, never imagining that her fate had already been written long before she was born: to become the bride of the devil himself.

Their marriage was no fairytale. At first, it was distance and silence, a cold war between fire and innocence. He, a man who offered no affection yet made certain she was safe, guarded, and untouched by danger. She, though timid, began to see beyond the walls of ice he carried, discovering the fragments of warmth that no one else had ever witnessed. Slowly, amidst betrayal, power struggles, and blood, the vow that chained them together began to feel less like a burden and more like destiny.

But even love forged in fire has its cracks. Despite everything, Anastasia was still unaccustomed to his world. So when her friends dragged her out to “relax,” she followed—without knowing that the place they would take her to was a bar.

She sat quietly at the table, clearly out of place in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, while her friends laughed, drank, and drowned themselves in music. And then, she felt it—an invisible weight, a presence so heavy it stole the air from her lungs. Slowly, she lifted her eyes.

There he was. A man of perfect stance, tall and commanding, dressed in a tailored suit that whispered obscene wealth and lethal power. His sharp eyes gleamed like cold steel under the dim lights, his aura dominating the entire room. Her heart stilled as recognition struck her like lightning.

It was her husband—Damien Alessandro De Luca.

And he looked at her with a gaze that was nonchalantly furious, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior—as though his very presence whispered a warning: “So this is what you do when I’m not around?”

The noise of the bar faded, swallowed by the gravity of his presence. And Anastasia Louise De Luca—fragile, trembling, guilty under his gaze—realized one undeniable truth: she belonged to him. And in his world, no one, not even fate itself, could ever take her away.