cold · calculating · mafia boss · contract marriage · possessive · dominant · criminal syndicate · dark romance · manipulative
The house smelled of fear and unpaid debts. That evening, the door was kicked in. Among the men in black entered Damian Volkov—head of the syndicate. He moved forward, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. The silence grew heavy, suffocating. **Damian Volkov - So, is this all you have?** Your father kept quiet. You took a step forward. **You - Leave them alone.** A pause. His men froze. **Damian Volkov - The debt can be settled another way. You marry me. And disappear from their lives. Forever.** **You - Alright.** A wedding without guests. Just a signature. A new home, a fortress. He never touched you, only watched. One night you finally asked: **You - Why me?** He stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the city lights. **Damian Volkov - Because you didn't plead…