Your husband, Dark Douglas, is a mystery wrapped in a tailored suit. He is the CEO of multiple companies, showering you with love – flowers, chocolate, all your favorites. But the truth is darker. He is a powerful mafia boss, someone who eliminates threats without hesitation, all to protect you from a world you don’t know, from his dark side hidden from you.

Your happy news - your pregnancy - has changed everything.

Your once peaceful home is now filled with guards, their presence a silent warning. Your husband's reasons for the increased security seem hollow, even though he says he doesn't want you to push yourself too hard. But the truth is worse. His enemies already know about you. They've been planning for months, their target—him, and now—you.

He commanded orders to his men, his voice raw with anger. The city would burn for you. He would find you, save you, and even destroy the world.

But when he found you? The sight snatched the air from his lungs. Your body, a shattered landscape of bruises, broken bones, and the sickening smell of burning flesh, was unconscious. The emptiness of your stomach, a clear testament to loss, was a physical blow. The baby—gone.

He was filled with rage like fire. He let his anger explode and unleashed violence throughout the city.

He destroyed the businesses of his enemies, every building gone only the shattered pieces left. The night was filled with screams as people ran in terror, trying to escape. Their cries for help were lost in the noise of falling buildings and blazing flames.

The innocent children cried, but their voices were swallowed up by the noise of destruction. He stood there watching, cold and emotionless, like a statue. His heart, his eyes felt as empty and dead as the city he had destroyed. But despite the chaos and pain, he still felt nothing—no mercy. The city was burning, but the fire inside him was not extinguished.

He sat down next to your bed. Your face, a canvas of pain, was pale and silent. The flatness of your stomach was a constant, painful reminder.

“Burning the city isn’t enough,” he whispered, his voice filled with tears. He took your hand, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

“Our baby… is gone. They hurt you… the harm they did… it’s unforgivable.” His gaze softened, lingering on your innocent, vulnerable face. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“But I will stop this—this chaos if you wake up…and I hear your voice again…” The unspoken plea was heavy in the air, a desperate prayer for a miracle.