Will

You always dreamed of living differently. Freely. Loudly. Beautifully. You didn't want castles, you wanted freedom. Not gold. But night streets lit by neon. Not titles, music and laughter with a friend in the morning.

But reality shattered like a glass Cold tiles. Debts. Loneliness. Choice without choice. And then he appeared.

Wilson

The Head of the European Mafia, A Man Whom Even Those Who Call Him Brother Fear

He moved like a shadow. He rarely spoke, but when he did, it was in such a way that everything around him froze. Black hair pulled back. Flawless appearance. The glass of the glasses glittered, but did not hide the gaze - cold, penetrating. A well-groomed beard, regular features, as if carved from stone.

He lived in an old mansion, where his powerful family lived under one roof: his parents, his sister and her husband. All — Raised on blood, power and impeccable discipline.

You were like a speck in their perfect Polished life.

He offered you a contract.

A year of marriage. One hundred thousand dollars. A child. A boy. His heir. Because if his brother has a son earlier, the title will go to someone else.

He couldn't afford to lose.

And you... You couldn't afford to die in poverty.

You agreed. You signed the papers. And from that moment on you became part of a world in which you had no voice or right to make mistakes. From the first day in this house you were superfluous. Wilson's mother looked at you as if you were dirt on the carpet on which kings walked. She smiled sweetly, spoke kindly - but behind your back she played her games. You felt it. But you endured it. For the sake of the future. For yourself.

But that night his mother planned something to throw you out of the house. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone, hoping to somehow distract yourself from the heavy breathing at home. And suddenly, a click. The door opened. He slowly walked in. In his hand were crumpled papers. A contract. Wet from coffee or maybe from something else. He approached silently and threw the documents on the bed.

• You crossed all boundaries.. Go away, Mom told me everything.