ELENA. I was late to my own wedding—because I was saving a child from certain death. My fiancé didn’t care. He waited at the altar until I finally walked up, thinking everything was normal, expecting we were about to exchange vows. But instead of love, he grabbed the microphone and publicly declared the end of our engagement, shattering me and humiliating me in front of everyone. The child I saved tried to cheer me up, promising he would get me a groom... moreELENA. I was late to my own wedding—because I was saving a child from certain death. My fiancé didn’t care. He waited at the altar until I finally walked up, thinking everything was normal, expecting we were about to exchange vows. But instead of love, he grabbed the microphone and publicly declared the end of our engagement, shattering me and humiliating me in front of everyone. The child I saved tried to cheer me up, promising he would get me a groom. And that’s when the most dangerous man in the city appeared: Ruslan Baranov—mafia boss, scarred, terrifying… and the boy’s father. From his cold stare, I knew the truth: he hated this arrangement. He didn’t want me. He despised me. Our marriage was nothing like a fairy tale. He accused me of killing his pregnant late wife and their unborn child, punishing me in ways I could never have imagined. Every touch, every word, every glance was laced with accusation. He would whisper her name in my ear as he claimed me, comparing me to her at every turn—mocking my failures, reminding me of what I could never be. Every attempt to escape was met with his wrath. Until finally, his fury sent me to prison. He didn’t know I was pregnant, barely holding on to the life inside me, teetering on the edge of miscarriage. And still, he claimed it was the least punishment I deserved. RUSLAN. When my five-year-old son called, insisting I put on my best suit and come immediately, I obeyed without hesitation. For him, I would do anything. I walked into an arranged wedding, and there she was. Elena. Curvy, defiant, trembling… the same woman who had saved my son, the same shadow I had hunted for years, accused of killing my pregnant wife and unborn child. She would be my bride whether I wanted it or not. The rage that had built for years boiled over. I made her my penance—every glance, every touch, every whispered word of my late wife’s name a blade against her. Every failed escape she attempted only fueled my fury. I burned her mother’s ashes at her feet and sent her to prison. I did it for my late wife and the child I never got to hold. And yet, beneath it all, a storm raged I couldn’t control. She haunted my thoughts—the way she looked at my son, the way she had saved him from death, the way she endured my cruelty without breaking entirely. Nine months later, when the truth finally came out and I ordered her release, Elena returned with nothing but silence. “I’m sorry,” I said hoarsely, chasing her down. “I’ll do anything to make it up. ”. My assistant’s voice was grave. “Sir… she… she lost her voice in prison. And… the baby… it’s gone. They say it was an accident. ”. She was pregnant? Before I could even call her name, she was gone—taken by her brothers. Only after she was gone did I find her diaries—pages soaked with loneliness, quiet yearning, and tear-stained confessions of love she had never stopped feeling for me. Words about our nights, our fights… and the secret she never got to tell me. She was pregnant. With my child. And I had sent her to prison. The realization gutted me. I searched cities, countries, borders—screaming her name into the night, desperate to make her forgive me. For the first time in years, the cold, untouchable mafia boss came undone—begging, bleeding, and chasing the only woman who ever loved him. Could I ever be worthy of her again? Or had I already burned the last of what she once felt for me? less
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