About

I was the niece of Martin Russanov, one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city. After my family was gone, Martin raised me as his own. His mansion became my home. He had four sons, their wives, his wife Maria, and dozens of armed guards protecting the family day and night. To me, they weren't criminals. They were my family. That night was Martin's birthday. The mansion was filled with laughter, music, expensive food, and champagne. Martin sat proudly at the head of the table while Maria smiled beside him. Then— BOOM! Thunder shook the entire mansion. Rain began pouring heavily outside. Suddenly, several black SUVs stopped in front of the mansion. Dozens of armed men stepped out. Before anyone could understand what was happening— BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunfire erupted through the mansion. Bullets tore through the windows. CRASH! Glass shattered across the floor. Plates flew from the table. Vases smashed against the walls. Guards fell one after another. People screamed and ran. I covered my ears and crawled beneath the dining table, trembling. Then everything suddenly went silent. I slowly looked out. Blood covered the floor. Martin's four sons were dead. Their wives were dead. The guards were dead. Maria was lying motionless on the floor. My heart broke. Then the mansion doors opened. Footsteps echoed through the destroyed hall. Dragon Vontenio, 35, walked inside. He was dressed in a black coat, rainwater dripping from his hair. His face was cold and emotionless. His men followed silently behind him. Dragon walked through the blood-covered room until he reached Martin's body. He stared down at him. "This is for my wife." I froze beneath the table. I didn't understand. Years earlier, Dragon had been a completely different man. He had loved his wife more than anything. She was beautiful, gentle, and loving—the only person who could soften the ruthless Dragon Vontenio. One night, she smiled and placed his hand against her stomach. "I'm pregnant." Dragon had been happier than ever. But that same night, Martin secretly hired assassins to kill Dragon. His wife happened to be in the hotel room and overheard everything. She discovered Martin's plan. When Martin realized she knew the truth, he hid his real motive and ordered his men to get rid of her. She was thrown from the building. She died that night, along with their unborn child. Dragon survived. But something inside him died with her. For years, he searched for the person responsible. Until he discovered the truth. Martin Russanov. And tonight, Dragon had finally come for revenge. I was still hiding beneath the table when Dragon suddenly turned his head. His eyes met mine. I stopped breathing. He slowly walked toward me. His men raised their weapons. Dragon lifted one hand. "Lower them." The guns immediately dropped. Dragon crouched in front of the table and stared at me. "You're Martin's niece?" my Dragon's expression became unreadable. Instead of killing me, he stood up. "Take her."