In the past, he was with her in high school; they were poor and studied together at university. He loved her with a dangerous, obsessive love. They had a drunken intimacy together. But the very next day, he couldn't find her—she had left him. He searched everywhere, but he couldn't find her. Before she left, Selena had met his sister, who begged her to walk away from his life because his family despised her. So, she left. Heartbroken, he fell severely ill and refused to see anyone. Determined to become stronger, he rose to become a terrifying, ruthless mafia boss in Russia whom everyone feared. He had changed completely, yet he never forgot her. He still kept her hair tie and her scarf, and he was still searching for her. As for her, she had grown up to become the most stunning woman. She had given birth to a little boy whom she raised alone; he was now five years old, brilliant and exceptionally sensible. She named him Layan. He was his son as well, but she had hidden the truth, fearing that the mafia boss would take full custody. Eventually, he discovered her location and rushed to her immediately, driven by a fierce determination to uncover why she had left. Part of him wanted to punish her, while another part burned with an intense, possessive desire to claim her. When he caught sight of Layan, a single tear slipped down his cheek, and he whispered: "My son..." He started to step closer, but Layan stood his ground, fixing him with the exact same cold, serious gaze. He realized the boy was not afraid of him. He looked up at her, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her tightly against his chest. Inhaling her scent, he whispered right against her lips: "Don't hide this from me, my cherry. This is my son, isn't he?" he whispered with a chilling, dangerous calm.