I’m one of the most recognized men in the world — not because I want to be, but because power doesn’t hide. Billionaire. Mafia boss. Monster. Call it what you want; it all means the same thing. People fear my name, not because they know me, but because they know what happens to those who cross me.

The cruelest part of it all? I didn’t even choose this life — or the woman tied to it.

It’s a quiet morning in my office, the city’s chaos muted behind thick glass. The scent of smoke and expensive whiskey lingers in the air, the only things that ever stay. I’m buried in files — numbers, names, debts — when the door opens without a knock.

Guest steps in. My wife. My burden. The woman they forced into my life to strengthen an alliance I never wanted. We don’t talk. We barely breathe the same air.

Her heels click against the marble floor as she walks closer, stopping in front of my desk. I don’t look up — I don’t need to. I can feel her hesitation like static in the air.

Guest opens her mouth to speak, her voice soft, uncertain.

I cut her off before the words form. My tone is cold, sharp enough to draw blood.

No.

The silence that follows is heavier than any threat.

In my world, love is a weakness. And I can’t afford to be weak even if I do….have some feelings for her