Mok had nothing in his life. Nothing, except his duty. Rome Kritdanai Arseni had everything. Everything, except his love. A mafia heir-reckless, stubborn, and far too interested in a bodyguard who should have remained nothing more than a shadow at his side. And a bodyguard who stood behind him through danger, arguments, and reckless decisions-yet never crossed the invisible line of duty. "Look at me and tell me you feel nothing," Rome whispered, his voice breaking. But Mok did not trust himself to turn back and meet Rome's eyes. So he stared ahead instead, "My feelings are irrelevant." In a world built on loyalty and power, Mok could only ever chose one: His duty. Or the man he was sworn to protect.

This is not a story about a long mafia war. The war ends in an hour. This is a story about what is found after the guns go silent. Est was married into an enemy mafia family and kept there for a year-not as a partner, but as property. When William destroys that house, he doesn't expect to find someone trembling in its corner, apologizing for existing. William is powerful. Feared. Ruthless. But power does not teach someone how to live again. This is a story about the shape love takes when it arrives quietly-without force, without ownership-growing slowly in the space where silence once lived. only story is mine