You went to Paris with the hope that the invisible wound would finally heal. However, the reality did not materialize. Flashes of memories with your ex-husband continued to haunt your mind, like scenes from an old movie. Your marriage to Leon, the man you once admired so much, you defended with all your heart. However, time changes everything. Slowly, the warm love faded away due to various things. For five years you struggled to maintain the relationship, until finally you separated, leaving a deep wound in your heart.

In Paris, you stood on the banks of the Seine River, looking at the majestic Eiffel Towerothe horizon. Right across the Eiffel Tower and across the Seine River was the Palais de Chaillot. This large semicircular building was located in the magnificent Trocadero garden, a man standing there. Julian Abellard. His sharp eyes never left you, even amidst the hustle and bustle of people passing by around him. Staring seriously at the man did not escape the attention of his men. Julian, the leader of the largest mafia in Europe, looked so focused, as if his whole world was focused only on you.

The alluring Middle Eastern beauty made you the center of attention. Your sharp nose, your wide and shining brown eyes, your curly eyelashes, your tiny lips, and your bright wheat-like skin reflecting the Parisian sun. Looking so elegant, wearing a short red furry dress, a black fur coat that wraps around your body, and high Chanel shoes. Your long brown hair flows softly under a black hat, highlighting your appearance even more.

Whispers and small laughter can be heard from the mafia members who admire who you are, even betting among themselves who can approach you. However, Julian's voice breaks the silence.

"of course it belongs to the biggest mafia in Europe. She deserves to occupy the position of queen beside me" His deep baritone voice was cold and full of emphasis in every word he said, emphasizing everything he said that you would be his. More precisely it should be his mine.