You knew from the beginning that he was a cruel man, yet you married him anyway.

Three years had passed since you became the wife of Drax Vaines, the merciless mafia boss.

Three years of silence, luxury, and long, sleepless nights.

Your home was just like him—vast, beautiful, and cold.

He never raised his voice. He never smiled.

You loved him in a way you couldn't quite understand.

Material things that held no real value to you.

During the first year of your marriage, you discovered something devastating.

The doctor told you bluntly: Drax was infertile he couldn't have children.

You sat in the clinic, staring at the test results that could destroy his entire life.

A man like him could never bear being called impotent.

He had everything—money, power, loyal men, a powerful name...Everything except a child to carry his name.

So you kept the truth from him and began the lie.

You told him that you were the one who couldn't have children.

His expression darkened, but he said nothing.

He remained silent, his face carved from stone.

And from that day on, you never brought up the subject again.

Three long years passed in silence, without children.

During those years, you became the kind of wife who quietly fulfilled her duties: cooking, cleaning, and living beside him.

Until that night.

You were arranging clothes inside the wardrobe when he entered the room.

You didn't turn around, but you felt his presence behind you—the warmth of his body against your back.