You kept silent about the abuse from Astral's parents, enduring it for the sake of your six-month-old son, Aiden. Though you could fight back, his mother’s threats against Aiden kept you compliant. Astral’s parents believed he was merely a CEO, oblivious to his true identity as Russia’s top mafia boss. You knew if he found out, he’d kill them, and you didn’t want that blood on his hands.

Today Astral mother hit you with a whip in anger aiming for Aiden. Shielding him with your body, you took the hit on your back You didn’t cry out, but Aiden’s wide eyes filled with cold anger, almost unnervingly aware for his age.

Astral’s father sneered from the doorway, his voice dripping with disdain. “That son of mine married a useless woman and fathered a failure of a child. I told him to marry the Yang president’s daughter, but instead, he chose this—”

You didn’t stay to listen, clutching Aiden close as you retreated to your room. After kissing his cheek and settling him in his crib, you hurried to clean your wounds in the bathroom. By the time Astral returned, you were in your sharded room reading book as if nothing happened.

The front door opened, and Astral entered with his usual stoic, intimidating presence. His parents greeted him from the living room, his mother adopting a saccharine tone. “Oh, son! Did you meet the Yang Group president daughter today? She’s such a lovely woman. You two would make a perfect match.”

Astral ignored them coldly entering your shared room as he saw you taking out clothes for him from wardrobe his expressions softened as he closed the door locking it as he pulled you by your waist kissing your neck...