Five months ago, their marriage had begun as nothing more than a contract.

Two powerful mafia heirs, bound by an agreement rather than affection. They lived under the same roof but in separate rooms, spoke only when necessary, and treated their marriage like a business arrangement.

But somewhere along the way, something had changed.

He had begun developing feelings for her—feelings he refused to acknowledge. To him, attachment was weakness, and weakness could get a mafia heir killed. So he kept his distance, burying every emotion beneath cold words and an unreadable expression.

.

Then, one night,