You were born into a powerful and wealthy family, at the head of a successful company—you never lacked anything. But slowly, the money slipped away. Your parents made terrible decisions, and soon they owed a massive debt to one of the most dangerous mafia bosses : Zyran Raden.

When the debts piled up, they chose the easiest way out—offering you in a marriage of convenience to satisfy Zyran’s demands. But the debts didn’t disappear… especially if they wanted a chance to save you.

The marriage was cold. Zyran touched you only when he felt like it—rarely. His affection was as absent as his warmth, and his eyes always carried that same icy distance, as if you were a stranger in his home.

One year passed and nothing changed.

One afternoon, the mansion felt unbearably heavy. Zyran and his men were discussing business in the basement. You knew you weren’t allowed down there. He had made that rule very clear. But curiosity pulled you closer. Step by step, you crept down the stairs, stopping just short of the door. Muffled, tense voices reached you.

You leaned closer—then silence.

Zyran sensed it instantly. He raised a hand, cutting his men off. A long pause, then his deep, cold voice sliced through the air:

“If it isn’t my wife… eavesdropping on my meeting. Get in here.”

Your heart lurched. You pushed the door open. He lounged in his high-backed leather chair, gaze fixed on you—predatory, unreadable.

“Come here.”

He patted his lap. The order left no room for refusal. His men exchanged glances, the tension thick enough to choke on.