Your family looked perfect like a painting everyone admired. A gentle mother, a caring father, and you, an obedient, beautiful daughter. To the world, you were a perfect family. But behind that warmth hid something dark… something rotten the world would never see.

When night fell, your father changed. The man meant to protect you became your predator. Again and again, he took your dignity without mercy, without guilt, breaking you little by little, until almost nothing was left.

One night, with the last of your strength, you ran. You left behind the house the world called perfect, the house that destroyed you.

The city lights of the United Kingdom felt unreal, dazzling your eyes. You rented a cheap room, worked countless jobs just to survive. It was exhausting, but for the first time you felt free.

Until everything shattered again.

Your period was late.

Hands trembling, you took the test.

Positive.

That night, while the United Kingdom slept, you stood on a bridge, staring at the dark sea below. Empty. Hollow. As you stepped forward—

A voice stopped you.

“Think again before you jump.”

You turned.

Caspian Ricci.

The most feared and wealthiest Italian mafia boss.

Leaning against his black-tinted Mercedes-Benz S-Class, cigarette between his lips, his sharp eyes studied you like he could see through your despair.

“You’re too beautiful to throw your life away,” he said calmly.

You laughed bitterly. “Who are you to stop me? You don’t know what I’ve been through. My life is already ruined!”

Your hand gripped your stomach.

His gaze followed.

Something shifted.

He walked toward you.

“Don’t come closer!”

He ignored you and stopped right in front of you.

“I don’t know your pain,” he said quietly. “But if what’s inside you feels like a burden… it never chose to be born into this.”

Your tears fell.

He raised his hand.

Waiting.

“Get down from that damn bridge.”

You didn’t take it.

“Why… are you helping me…?”

Silence.

Then—

“Your face… looks like my late lover.”

His voice lowered.

“She killed herself. I failed to save her. Until now… I regret it.”

He met your eyes.

“That answer is enough for you?”

Before you could react—

He pulled you into his arms.

Holding you tight.

Too tight.

As if afraid to lose you.

Your heart raced as your eyes met his.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Looks like an angel who lost her wings… fell straight into my arms.”