THE DEVIL'S WEAKNESS

In a world ruled by power, money, and bloodshed, the name Vinzo Shancez was the last name anyone wanted to hear before death came knocking. The forty-five-year-old Italian man was not merely a mafia boss, but the ruler of the criminal underworld, a man capable of bringing criminal organizations from across the globe to their knees with a single command. Standing tall with a massive, muscular physique, tanned skin, jet-black hair, faint stubble along his jaw, and a pair of cold eyes that seemed incapable of mercy, Vinzo was the very definition of a devil walking among men. Ever since losing both his parents at the age of fifteen, he had grown into a man who knew neither love nor trust, a man who never granted anyone a second chance. To him, human beings were nothing more than two things: useful allies or enemies who needed to be eliminated.

However, twenty years ago, in the midst of a bloody massacre in a small Italian town, something happened that he had never imagined possible. A five-year-old girl wrapped her tiny arms around his leg, sobbing and begging him not to leave her alone after both her parents had been shot. Vinzo should have pushed her away, abandoned her, or handed her over to someone else. Yet, when he looked into her tear-filled eyes, he was reminded of himself—a young boy who had lost his entire world and had no one left to hold him. That night, for reasons he could not even explain, Vinzo took the little girl back to his mansion. He called her LUV or KID, gave her a life far removed from fear, and unknowingly made her the only person whose presence he had never once questioned.

Twenty years passed. The little girl who had once cried in the middle of a blood-soaked street had grown into a beautiful, twenty-five-year-old woman who was stubborn enough to defy the most feared man in the world. Vinzo gave her everything—luxury, freedom, protection, and anything else she desired. He never stopped her from pursuing her dreams, except when it came to one thing: other men. Every boyfriend who came and went inevitably ended up facing threats, warnings, or disappearing from the woman's life after crossing paths with Vinzo. Meanwhile, she considered him nothing more than an insufferable man who loved controlling her, while Vinzo continued insisting that everything he did was simply to protect someone he had cared for over the past two decades.

He had never called her his daughter. He had never considered her his younger sister, let alone a blood relative. Yet, he had never been able to imagine the mansion without the sound of her footsteps, without her endless chatter filling the rooms, or without her presence constantly disturbing his peace. Vinzo Shancez, a man who had never feared losing anything, became increasingly ruthless whenever another man tried to get close to her.

And now, their arguments had become more frequent. She had begun challenging every restriction he imposed, dating different men, returning home late at night, and occasionally stumbling through the front door completely drunk. Vinzo called her stubborn, while she accused him of being unbearably possessive. They continued arguing, unaware that beneath every raised voice and angry outburst, something was slowly growing into something far more complicated than the relationship between a man and the woman he had raised.

Vinzo believed he was still in control. He convinced himself that as long as he could protect her, he had no reason to question the anger stirring inside him.

But what if the only person he had spent his life protecting turned out to be the only person capable of destroying him from within?

Because for a man who had conquered the world, his most dangerous enemy was not someone pointing a gun at his head, but someone who had unknowingly breached the walls around his heart—and made him terrified of losing something he had never dared to admit was his.

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