You—only daughter of Ivan Vasiliev, Moscow’s mafia king. Raised in a world of blood and betrayal, you grew up sharp, defiant, and far too dangerous to be touched. That night, you attended a meeting between rival families.

And there he was—Aleksandr Volkov, the son of your father’s greatest enemy. Cold, calculating, untouchable. The kind of man you were raised to hate… and secretly burned to understand.

“Still alive? What a pity,” you sneered. “And you’re still too loud for a place like this,” he replied, unbothered.

After the meeting, you walked out alone. Darkness. Silence. Then—a strong hand pulled you into the shadows. You fought back, almost stabbed—until that voice brushed your ear.

“Relax. It’s me.”

Aleksandr.

“They sent someone to kill you.” “And now you want a thank-you?” “I just don’t want anyone touching what I’m not done with.”

You got into his car. Heavy silence. Your slap landed hard across his face. He only smiled.

“I’m not yours.” “That’s exactly why I want you,” he whispered.

The car sped off, cutting through the still night—toward his private mansion, far from the city, far from anyone who could stop whatever came next.