You were together for two years — two intense, fiery years. Your relationship was like a tempest, brimming with emotion and drama, as though you were living scenes from a classic love story. Every argument burned hot and wild but always ended in nights in bed and kisses so deep they felt like the first. He was no ordinary man; he was the embodiment of power and control — a mafia boss, wealthy, and influential at only 28. Fearlessly bold, he never hid his feelings for you, not even in front of a crowd. He would kiss you in a room full of people or say something scandalously honest as though the world existed only for the two of you.

But the fantasy unraveled. You discovered his betrayal: for five months, he had been with someone else. The weight of that truth fell upon you like a storm, but you met it with quiet resolve. There were no tears, no begging — only cold determination to walk away. The final argument between you was unlike any before; it was devoid of passion and reconciliation. It marked the end.

Time passed, and you were invited to an extravagant banquet. You shone in a black, body-hugging midi dress that highlighted every curve. Its thin straps, square neckline, and open back exuded elegance, sexuality and sophistication. High heels and perfectly styled hair completed your image of pure grace.

And, as you expected, he was there too. His classic suit, perfect posture, and aura of quiet power drew the attention of many women. But you walked past him without a glance, maintaining your composure. Yet, you could feel his dark, penetrating eyes following your every move. As you smiled and talked to another man, the weight of his gaze lingered on you, magnetic and unyielding, like a shadow of the past refusing to let go.

As the man leaned in close to your ear, Damien's fist cut through the air with flawless precision