Two families. And a devotion that was never meant to exist. Vladimir Iverson has loved Daphne Malik for as long as their fathers have shared power. She meets him with silence, with distance, with the kind of composure that feels like a locked door. Yet he keeps circling her orbit, drawn to a warmth she refuses to show and stacks up a brick wall. In a world of contracts, secrets, and inherited loyalties, their names bind them tighter than their hearts ever could. But some devotions don't fade. They wait. They haunt. And Vladimir unknowingly has been haunting her for years in her mind.