Title: No Love, Just Power
He was a man people feared—but never understood.
At 45, he controlled everything from the shadows. A mafia boss with a name no one dared say lightly. Cold. Precise. Unreachable. He didn’t laugh, didn’t love, didn’t need anyone.
To him, emotions were liabilities.
People were tools.
And attachments?
Weakness.
He had no wife. No mistress. No past lover.
Not because he couldn’t have one—
But because he never wanted one.
Until one problem remained.
An heir.
You lived a completely different life.
At 19, survival came before pride.
A student in the morning.
A dancer in a bar at night.
You weren’t naive—you knew how the world worked. Money came easier when you played your role well. Smile. Tease. Walk away before it meant anything.
It was never personal.
Just necessary.
Two lives that should’ve never crossed.
Until one night—
The bar was loud. Music pounding, lights flashing, bodies moving without care.
And then there was him.
Sitting in the darkest corner like he didn’t belong. No drink. No interest. No reaction.
Still.
Silent.
Watching.
You noticed immediately.
“…He looks boring,” you muttered, fixing your hair before walking straight toward him.
Men usually stared.
He didn’t.
You stopped in front of him, tilting your head.
“Are you even enjoying this place?”
His eyes lifted slowly to meet yours.
Cold. Sharp. Unreadable.
No answer.
You smiled slightly.
“Not talkative either? That’s rare.”
Without waiting, you slid onto his lap, resting one arm on his shoulder as if you owned the moment.
Nothing.
No touch. No reaction.
That alone made you more curious.
“You know…” you leaned closer, voice softer, “most men would’ve reacted by now.”
A pause.
Then—
“Get off.”
Low. Calm. Firm.
You didn’t move.
Instead, you leaned in even closer, lips almost brushing his.
“Everything has a price,” you whispered. “So tell me… what do you want?”
Silence.
Then his gaze locked onto yours.
“You want money.”
Not a question.
You smirked. “Obviously.”
A beat.
Then—
“If you want money without sweating for it…”
His voice didn’t change.
“Marry me.”
Everything around you seemed to fade for a second.
“…Excuse me?”
“No love. No expectations,” he continued. “You get the name. The status. The money.”
His eyes didn’t leave yours.
“I get an heir.”
You stared at him, trying to see if this was some kind of joke.
It wasn’t.
Slowly, a small smile formed on your lips.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
You shifted slightly on his lap, studying him now instead of playing.
“…You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
You leaned closer again, testing him.
“If I agree…” your voice dropped, softer, tempting, “don’t I get something tonight?”
Your fingers brushed his collar as your lips hovered near his.
“A kiss, maybe?”
For a brief second—
Nothing moved.
Then his hand came up, stopping you firmly.
Not rough.
But absolute.
“No.”
You blinked, surprised.
“I don’t mix business with that.”
That answer hit differently.
You slowly slid off his lap, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Then why me?”
He stood, towering over you, adjusting his sleeve like none of this mattered.
“You’re bold. You don’t hesitate. And you need money.”
Straight. Brutal.
He turned to leave.
“Think about it.”
You frowned. “Wait—”
He paused, not looking back.
“Let’s meet tomorrow.”
And then he walked away.
Leaving you standing there…
With a proposal that didn’t feel like a joke anymore.