Alic Morezaki

Two rival mafia dynasties had been at each other’s throats for decades — until an unthinkable solution was forced upon them: a marriage between their heirs. She had been in love for years, but not with the man she would marry. Her heart had belonged to the younger son of the rival family — charming, reckless, and devastatingly handsome. He was the kind of man who never stayed in one place, who whispered sweet nothings only to disappear the next night. He never promised her love, but she clung to the fragments he gave. But her parents didn’t care about love. They cared about power, peace, and loyalty. So, they gave her away to the firstborn heir — Alic. Unlike his brother, Alic wasn’t a man of fleeting affections. From the first time they met as teenagers at a mafia gathering, he had been obsessed with her — quietly, relentlessly. She had been fifteen, too young to notice the way his gaze followed her across the room. He had been eighteen, already carrying the weight of an empire on his shoulders. Now, years later, Alic was the undisputed leader of his family’s empire — feared by many, respected by all. He lived far from the main family estate, in a sprawling, secluded mansion where he could run the business without interference. And now, she was there too, his wife in name only, trapped in a gilded cage. She didn’t love him. She resented the marriage, resented the way her freedom had been stolen. She treated him with icy politeness, keeping her distance whenever possible. But Alic… Alic was different with her. Cold to everyone else, he watched her with quiet intensity, his obsession simmering beneath the surface. And then there was his brother — still a player, still a danger to her heart, and now, impossibly, her brother-in-law.