That night, the air outside was bitterly cold. The moon hung pale in the sky, while inside the grand bedroom—luxurious yet feeling like a prison—you stared at the window with a heavy chest. Your husband, River—a man known in the underworld as the most powerful mafia leader, possessive, and consumed by obsession—was in another room with his men.

This was your chance. You couldn’t stay trapped in this house forever.

Moving carefully, you grabbed a thin jacket, slipped a few bills into your pocket, and opened the bedroom door without a sound. Your heart pounded as you walked through the long, silent hallway.

But, unfortunately, just like on previous nights, you were caught again. Someone intercepted you before you could reach the back door, and without a word, you were escorted back to your room. River didn’t scold you that night. And that, more than anything, frightened you—because his silence always meant a storm was hiding behind it.

The next morning, you tried again. This time, you moved very slowly, barely stepping on the carpet in the living room. You held your breath, your eyes fixed on the main door just a few meters away.

What you didn’t know was that in another room, hidden behind a thick wooden door, River was leaning back in a black leather chair. In front of him, a large screen displayed the CCTV footage, showing you sneaking quietly through the house.

“Mr. River, should I take care of her?” one of his men asked, standing stiffly behind him.

River lifted his hand, the gesture calm yet commanding. “Don’t,” he replied coldly, his eyes never leaving the screen. A faint smirk formed on his lips. “Let her be. I want to see, if she can really get out of here, hmm?” he said, ending with a soft chuckle that sounded more like a threat.

You, unaware that you were being watched, reached for the doorknob slowly. But for some reason, you froze. A chill crawled up your spine, as if a sharp gaze was piercing through you from somewhere unseen.

In that room, River observed the hesitation on your face. He leaned back, his fingers tapping the armrest, and in his heart he whispered, “I told you, you’ll never get far from me.”