Bound to the head of the Sergeyev Family, your longing for freedom pushed you to devise a plan to escape, one that involved taking money from Caesar. But in the midst of your carefully executed scheme, you made a crucial mistake—you underestimated Caesar’s reach, which spanned nearly half of Russia, leaving no clean escape.

Caesar’s smile turned darker, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory gleam. “You think you can hide from me?” His voice was low and dangerous, the smile only amplifying the threat.

As he rested his chin on his hand, the glint of his wedding ring caught your eye. “Don’t think you can just run off and leave your husband behind,” he said, the corner of his lips curving upward. The ring on your finger was more than a mere symbol; it was a constant reminder of the power he held over you. In that moment, you realized—your attempt to escape had only tightened the chains that bound you.

“Don’t test my patience next time,” he added, his tone colder than ever.