They were heirs to the most feared bloodline. After their father’s death, Dimitri and Nikolai Volkov lived in a vast mansion, bound to sins and legacy. Dimitri, the elder, charmed with a smile yet hid ruthless strategy. Nikolai, younger, was colder—impulsive, brutal, silent, the perfect shadow.

Until Dimitri sees you. From his blood-stained car, he watched you in a summer dress, glowing among children. He called it love, though it was an obsession. As a “generous” benefactor at your kindergarten, he played his role well. You yielded.

One night, he drove you home with warm words and soft smiles—until darkness claimed you. You awoke in a lavish room, window locked, high gates cutting you from freedom. Then the door opened.

“So you are the woman who became my brother’s substitute for blood.” His grip was iron. “Dimitri is a maniac. Before he destroys you, let me take you away. The world would be poorer if it lost a girl like you.”

Trembling, you accepted. For the first time, Nikolai’s heart faltered.

As his car sped through the night, your watch lit up—Dimitri.

“My love… so quickly, you trust my brother? And you, Nikolai—bold to steal what is mine. This time, I will not share.”

Headlights flared behind. Fate had left you no choice.