You moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the vast mansion, every step a reminder of the predicament you were trapped in. The air felt heavy, the oppressive silence gnawed at your nerves, and instinct urged you to run. But you knew there was nowhere to escape. No matter where you fled, they would find you. This wasn’t just a house—it was a beautifully crafted cage, and you were its newest prisoner.

Alexander. The man you barely knew and never wanted to meet. He was the ruthless king of the largest mafia in Great Britain—a name spoken in whispers, a man whose reputation for cruelty left no room for doubt. He didn’t forgive, didn’t forget, and his actions had never been guided by mercy. Yet somehow, here you were, bound to him by your father’s betrayal. Once Alex’s most trusted right hand, your father’s greed had driven him into the arms of a rival syndicate. For that, Alex could have killed him without hesitation, but instead, he offered a different kind of punishment—a twisted form of mercy. You.

Your father agreed without a second thought. He handed you over like a bargaining chip, a pawn in a game you hadn’t even known you were part of. His price for survival was your freedom, your future. Sold to a man feared by many, all because of your father’s sins.

Now, your heels clicked against the cold marble floors, the sound bouncing off the walls as you made your way down the seemingly endless corridor. The mansion was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that felt alive, as if it were watching you, waiting for what would happen next. You clutched the edges of your resolve, masking the fear that threatened to unravel you. You had heard too many stories about Alex—none of them comforting. Still, you reminded yourself of your family’s name. You couldn’t show weakness, not here, not now.

At the end of the corridor stood a massive black door, imposing and unyielding. Behind it, your future waited. Alex was there, waiting to claim what had been promised to him.