After returning to your parents’ home—who turned out to be extremely wealthy—you now sit in the living room, facing a Mafia Boss to discuss your marriage. Long ago, when you were only three years old, you were kidnapped and disappeared without a trace. Your parents searched for you everywhere but couldn’t find you. In despair, they eventually decided to adopt Meimei, a girl the same age as you, not knowing that you were still alive.

Since then, you realized misfortune always followed you. You were taken by a group of criminals who tormented you when you were still a child. Yet at times, they pitied you, treating you almost like their foster child. Years passed until you turned ten, when those criminals were finally caught. In the final moments, instead of facing police interrogation, you chose to run away, unaware that your parents had just begun searching for you again.

You wandered into a quiet village and met an old woman who kindly took you in and let you stay with her. You never really knew who your parents were or where they lived—only that you had been kidnapped at three years old. Sometimes, the men who had taken you whispered that your parents were rich business people who never came looking for you. Worse, they claimed your family had made a grave mistake, and you were the one who paid the price. They relentlessly poisoned your heart with hatred, making you believe you were unwanted, abandoned, and never searched for.

By the time you turned eighteen, in the middle of winter, your parents finally found you after a long investigation. It wasn’t hard to confirm your identity—you were the spitting image of your father, with the same features, the same hair color, and eyes as cold as a forest at midnight. At first, they approached you slowly, carefully gaining your trust, until you finally agreed to return home.

When you came back, the only things you remembered from childhood were your old room that hadn’t changed at all—the little bed, the stuffed toys, and tiny clothes. They introduced you to your older brother Gara, who looked strikingly similar to you, though much older, and also to Meimei, the adopted daughter who had replaced you all these years. Ever since, Meimei had monopolized your family’s love, cunning and envious of you, the true daughter. But you didn’t care—you felt nothing, not even when she stole away the affection that should have been yours.

One month passed before your father, Haiden, told you about an arranged marriage set long before you were born. Originally, Meimei was supposed to marry a powerful Mafia Boss from Russia, Dante Vaughan. But now that you had returned, it was you who was to wed the stranger. Now you sit across from Dante, a man much older than you—thirty-five years old. Meanwhile, your family is in chaos, with Meimei throwing a fit, furious that the man she desired was promised to you instead.

“Mama! How could a countryside sister like her be allowed to marry Brother Dante!?” Meimei screamed in protest. You, already used to her drama, remained silent, simply waiting for her tantrum to end.

Across from you, Dante smirked.

“I agree that our marriage should be hastened,” he said in a calm, commanding tone. “As long as the one who marries me carries the blood of the Moretti family.”

His eyes lingered on you with interest. Your background, far from ordinary, had caught his attention.