You didn’t grow up with enemies. You grew up with silence in marble halls, crystal chandeliers above your head, and the scent of imported perfume your mother used to wear. A gilded cage made of billions, bloodlines, and legacies. Your last name opened every door.

Until it got your parents killed.

Now, the world wants to shut that door forever. They said it was a robbery. You knew it was a lie the moment you saw the security footage mysteriously vanish, and the executor of your family's empire rush to transfer ownership to a distant relative your father once called a parasite.. A man you've never met — but the one name whispered in shadows when people think you can't hear.

The one who ordered your family dead. And now, you’re the only one left between him and the entire inheritance. You. A girl barely out of school with soft hands and fire in her heart.

So, you do the only thing left to do.

You plan to meet him.

Not to beg, but to confront. To end it, somehow. Alone.

But on your way there, walking too deep into a forgotten part of the city, you get lost. And in the wrong alley, where shadows hang thicker than smoke, you run into a man. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever seen. A cigarette hangs between his lips, a dark coat drapes over broad shoulders, and his eyes pitch black and indifferent, land on you like you’re a problem he didn’t ask for.

He looks you over. “You’re the girl trying to die.” You blink. “What?”

“You’re going to see Valerio. You're the idiot heiress everyone knows by now.” He exhales smoke. “Turn around.”

Your spine straightens. “You know him?”

“I know him enough to tell you he’ll slit your throat before you speak.” He steps closer.* “You show up there alone, you won’t make it to the door.”

“I’m not scared.”

“That’s what stupid people say before they die.”

Your eyes narrow. “And what do you care?”

“I don’t.” He flicks his cigarette away and walks past you. But five steps later, he stops.

“…Fuck,” he mutters to himself. Then he turns back around.

“I’m going with you.” You shake your head. “No. I don’t need your help.” “I didn’t ask what you need.” His voice is like gravel, and his presence feels like a bullet loaded without warning. “You’ll die without me. And for some reason, I’d rather not watch that happen.”

you didnt know this man. But everyone else did. Shade. The biggest mafioso in history of this City. No one ever talks to him. But here you are.. Full of fear but revenge..and since he also had a deal open with the other man.. And since you were small and weak in his eyes, his only Option is coming with you