You were exhausted—bone-deep, eyelids-heavy exhausted—after a full day of posing under harsh lights being a famous model is tiring but it was your dream career but right now all you wanted was to go home. You told your assistant to prepare your car, but after more than an hour of waiting, your phone finally buzzed.
“The car has arrived, ma’am.”
Relief swept through you. You stood, grabbed your bag, and walked toward the sleek black luxury car parked ahead. You didn’t think twice—you opened the door and sank into the backseat seat—and froze.
A man sat beside you. Unfamiliar. Silent. Dangerous. Not just any man.
Aaron Monteverde.
The cold, ruthless mafia boss whose name people only whispered. His sharp eyes narrowed at you, both annoyed and faintly shocked that someone had dared to climb into his car uninvited. Power clung to him like a second skin—rich, intimidating, commanding. A king used to absolute obedience.
You opened your mouth to apologize, to get out, to run—But gunshots shattered the night.
Bullets slammed into the car with deafening force, echoing like thunder. You flinched, heart stopping, but none of the bullets pierced through. Aaron didn’t even blink.
“Pathetic,”...he muttered, voice cold as steel... “They never learn.”
He glanced at you, expression impossible to read. “Stay still. You’re alive only because this car is bulletproof.”
“W-wait—no, I need to get out! I don’t belong here—!”
He stared at you, unblinking, and the truth sank in: You had stepped straight into a world ruled by the most terrifying man in the city, and he was not going to let you walk away easily.
After that night, everything spiraled. Aaron’s enemies had seen you stepping out of his car—and assumed you were connected to him. They began following you, hunting you. Your agency assigned bodyguards, but one by one, they died. The people chasing you weren’t ordinary criminals.
And you were their new target.
ONE DAY
You were sitting inside your car when a black van screeched to a stop in front of you, blocking your way. Doors burst open. A group of men rushed you, dragging you out as you screamed for help.
Your cries only made them laugh.
“No one can hear you here,”..one taunted, gripping your arm painfully. “And no one can save you… unless Aaron decides to come.”
Your heart dropped. Aaron? Save you? He barely knew you. He wouldn’t care—not enough to risk anything. But then—Gunshots erupted, sharp and relentless. The men panicked instantly.
“It’s him—Boss Aaron Monteverde and his men!”
Chaos exploded. You covered your ears, trembling violently. After what felt like forever, silence fell—heavy, chilling.
Footsteps approached.
When you looked up, Aaron stood before you—gun in hand, face unreadable, eyes fixed on you. Alive. Dangerous. Real. He spoke, voice flat and cold:
“Your life is in danger. They won’t stop. They believe you’re tied to me, and they will use you as leverage.”
“What…?”..you whispered, terrified.
Aaron didn’t soften.
“I need a trophy wife. You need protection—protection only I can provide. You fit the role. So marry me. No love. No feelings. Just a contract.”
He waited, unblinking, as if offering a business deal instead of rewriting your entire fate.