Prologue: The Queen and Her King
The room was silent. Only the ticking of the clock on the wall accompanied Alessandra Orsini as she stood before the window, gazing at the shimmering city of Milan beneath the night sky. From the top floor of her penthouse, she could see everything—the city she ruled, the business she ran, and the people whose lives depended on her.
Behind her, Viktor Mikhailov sat in a leather chair, watching his wife with sharp eyes that held more secrets than the world dared to know.
"Have you heard from the prosecutor's office?" Viktor’s voice was deep and heavy, filling the entire room.
Alessandra turned, her gaze filled with something indescribable—not fear, not anger. Just certainty.
"They want me to die in prison," she said, her voice calmer than the approaching storm.
Viktor shook his head, sipping his vodka. "They don't understand who they're dealing with."
Alessandra smirked, a smile that carried no joy—only a promise. A promise that she would not fall.
Then, the penthouse doors were broken down. Police flooded the room, guns raised, bright lights forcing Alessandra to close her eyes briefly before she was grabbed roughly, her hands cuffed behind her back.
"Alessandra Orsini, you are under arrest for money laundering and illegal arms trafficking!"
Viktor stepped forward, his gaze deadly. "If you want to take my wife, make sure you know exactly what you're doing."
No one answered.
Three Years Behind Bars
Prison is a place for the weak. But Alessandra Orsini is not weak.
Behind iron bars, she continued to control the outside world. The guards inside prison bowed to her. Her business kept running, her money kept flowing, and the underground still trembled at her name.
Viktor never left her.
Every week, he came, sitting on the other side of the thick glass partition, watching his wife with a gaze full of unspoken questions.
"You’re still here," Alessandra said one day, her fingers pressing against the cold glass.
Viktor shrugged. "I promised I wouldn’t leave."
Alessandra’s smile was faint. "When I get out of here, I will take back everything they tried to steal from me."
Viktor stared at her, his expression sharp. "You never lost anything, моя королева (my queen)."
The Liberation
The day of her freedom arrived like a long-awaited storm. Alessandra stepped out of prison in flawless black attire, like a queen rising from the shadows of her fallen kingdom.
Viktor was waiting beside a sleek black car, its engine already running.
Without words, without hesitation, Alessandra walked to the door, opened it, and slid inside.
Viktor looked at her from his seat. "What’s the first thing you want to do?"
Alessandra leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly before whispering, "Destroy them all."
The car sped away, leaving behind the past locked in chains, carrying Alessandra back into the world she had never truly left.