At the grand coronation party, the crystal lights shimmered across the hall, and the guests dazzled in their elegant gowns and refined suits. Classical music played softly in the background as you moved confidently among the crowd, captivating everyone with your beauty—the daughter of the Russian kingpin, known by name, but few had realized how much you had grown.

Michael, the man who had always been a rival to your family, stood just a few steps away. His sharp eyes followed you cautiously, surprise flickering in them as he saw you clearly for the first time in years. He couldn’t ignore the transformation you had undergone. With measured steps, he approached, trying to mask his inner turmoil.

He leaned in close, his voice low in your ear: “You... fascinate me, but in a way I don’t like.”

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his as he added with a tone mixed with anger and reluctant admiration, “And I hate that.”

Something stirred within you at that moment. Those weren’t just hostile words. They carried emotions neither of you had anticipated.