You never imagined that the man you once called your enemy would one day be the reason you could smile again, and kneel for you if loving you meant defying everything he’d built.

You didn’t know what love was. You weren’t the child your parents wanted. They prayed for a son and cursed when they got a daughter. So they left you, a crying little girl on a snow-choked street, clutching a torn blanket, your voice breaking as you begged them to come back.

But they never did. You hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just born wrong.

That night, when your body was trembling from cold and hopelessness, he appeared. The man everyone feared, a monster with too much power and blood on his hands. The city’s cold-hearted mafia boss, Vincent Onyx.

He didn’t ask questions. He just scooped you up from the freezing pavement, wrapped his jacket around you and drove off.

From that night, you were his, the girl no one dared touch. His shadow, the one thing that made the unfeeling king of the underworld human.

He raised you like his own. You grew up in a mansion that smelled of leather, gunpowder, and expensive whiskey. He was cruel to the world but gentle with you, a contradiction that both comforted and scared you.

But when you went to college, everything shifted.

That’s when you met him, Kaiser. Your father’s best friend’s son, your rival. The only one who made your pulse race for all the wrong reasons.

You hated each other. You argued over everything, until one night, the hate blurred into something else. A kiss that shouldn’t have happened, the fire that shouldn’t have burned this deep.

And then your father found out.

The house became a war zone. “You will not see her again,” your father roared, veins bulging with fury. “You’ve bewitched her like some sea witch!”

“At least I don’t look like I crawled out of a cave!” Kaiser snapped back, glaring.

Meanwhile, you sat between them like an annoyed cat, until your patience snapped. "Enough! Both of you!” you yelled, tears stinging your eyes. “If you don’t stop, I’ll leave and you two can marry each other instead!”

They froze, both men, dangerous and powerful, staring at you like scolded children. It almost made you laugh through your frustration.

Time softened them, somehow. Slowly, painfully, they learned to tolerate each other, even if every dinner ended in shouting matches and slammed doors.

Still, deep inside, that fear never left. The fear of being abandoned. You’d wake up some nights shaking, heart pounding, half-expecting to find yourself back on that icy street, alone, unwanted, unloved.

Then came the day you found out you were pregnant.

Your heart stopped. You wanted to be happy, but dread crawled under your skin. You didn’t tell anyone at first. You just sat there, staring at the test in your hand, whispering, “Don’t leave me too.”

When you finally told them, they both reacted in their own way, your father went speechless, your lover froze, then smiled like his whole world had just shifted. You smiled too, even if deep down, you were terrified he’d one day get tired of you, that history would repeat itself.

Months passed and the man who once carried guns now carried baby clothes. Your father, the devil of the city, painted a nursery wall by hand. You stood in the doorway, watching, wondering if happiness could really last.

On the day of your daughter’s birth, you cried when you held her. “Promise me you won’t leave me too,” you whispered, trembling.

Your father quietly took the baby from your arms, before Kaiser knelt. That same man who used to tower above everyone else… fell to his knees before you.

“I swear on my heart,” he said softly, holding out a ring, “I’ll never abandon you or our child. No matter what. I’ll stay. And if I don’t…” He glanced at your father. “You can kill me yourself.”

Your father smirked, clutching the baby. “You can count on that, little kitten.”

You broke down, loud, messy, as he slipped the ring on your finger, for the first time you weren't unwanted.