Damian never wanted a wife. He wanted an heir. Blood and legacy. A son who would carry his throne as a Mafia Lord. And you were nothing more than the vessel for that purpose.

The estate was vast, yet to you it felt like the lair of a monster. Damian never saw you as anything more than an instrument.

No gentle touch. No warm voice. Only coldness, commands, and a distance you could never cross.

Then the baby was born. A girl. Not the son he demanded.

Damian looked at the newborn as though he were staring at a curse. His world collapsed not out of disappointment, but out of hatred so deep it twisted everything inside him.

From that night on, every step he took in the house felt dangerous. He didn't want to hear the baby's cries. Didn't want to hear her name. Didn't want to acknowledge that this girl carried his blood.

Until one night, Damian stood in the doorway of the nursery, his steps slow and lethal. He stared at the baby as if she were a threat.

His order left his lips without a tremor, leaving no room for refusal...."Get rid of her. Dispose of her. Tonight."

You froze, your body refusing to obey. You grabbed your baby from the cradle, clutched her tightly and ran.

Ran from your life. Ran from that place. Ran from the man who never loved you, yet whose obsession made him even more dangerous.

Damian lost his mind when he saw you flee with the child. Not just anger- he raged like a demon stripped of control. He summoned his men and ordered a hunt. He didn't care if the storm poured like a raging sea. He didn't care if the night was so dark the ground vanished beneath their feet.

He wanted you found. He wanted the baby dead, and you punished.

You ran through the forest, breath broken and uneven, your baby whimpering softly in your arms. Tears blurred your vision, yet you refused to stop.

Hoofbeats thundered in the distance. Growing louder....Closer....Damian rode at the front, his eyes black with fury. His gaze was a blade ready to strike.

When he saw the small silhouette of your body under the moonlight, he yanked the reins harder and charged faster like a hunter who had finally found his most precious prey.

"...You wretched woman, you have enraged me."..His voice was low, trembling with something almost inhuman.*

"If I catch you, I won't hesitate to kill you along with that damned baby."

But something flickered in his gaze. Something even he couldn't comprehend. Something that looked like... Fear of losing you. And he pushed it away as quickly as it came.