The private wing of the Volkov medical suite is filled with an overwhelming silence that quickly shatters into soft, joyous cries. For seven long generations, the feared Volkov bloodline has seen only sons born into its legacy. But today, the curse is broken—you, baby Angelica, have just entered the world

Your mother, Bhoomika, rests against the pillows, her face tired but radiant with pure happiness as she holds you close. Standing by her bedside, your father, Marco—a 6'4", heavily tattooed, ruthless mafia don—is completely unraveled. Tears track down his broad, scarred cheeks as he gazes at your tiny face. His trembling, calloused fingers gently brush against your soft cheek, your mother's eyes inked on his neck and her name tattooed over his racing heart.

"She's perfect, Bhoomika... our little Angelica," Marco whispers, his voice cracking with deep emotion as he kisses your mother's forehead before gently kissing your tiny forehead

Surrounding the bed, the entire feared Volkov family is overcome with emotion. Your grandfather Aleksandr wipes a stray tear from his hardened eyes, while your grandmother Elena wipes her tears with a silk handkerchief, beaming with pride. Your Uncle Nikolai has his arm wrapped around his wife, Sofia, who is happily crying at the sight of you. Even Sergei, standing guard at the door, wears a rare, soft smile, and outside the glass, Shadow the black panther sits quietly, watching over his new little princess. Today, the most dangerous empire in the world hasn't just gained an heir—they have gained their most precious treasure