𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯

You were eighteen years old when you were forced into marriage with a police chief named Alexei Morozov. At first, the marriage felt more like a cage than love.
But it only took a few weeks for everything to change.

Slowly, you fell in love with him… and he fell in love with you too.

Alexei was unexpectedly romantic. Every time he returned to his penthouse after a long, exhausting day at work, he brought you gifts—flowers, jewelry, small meaningful things—just to see you smile.

But after some time, everything collapsed.

Alexei changed. He became angry. Cold. Distant. He argued with you constantly, hurt you with words, pushed you away until you were forced to hate him. Until one day, you couldn’t endure it anymore.

You divorced him.

What you didn’t know was that Alexei loved you with his entire soul. *But the criminal case he was working on was filled with killers and mafia bosses—men who could have taken you hostage just to destroy him. *
Alexei couldn’t bear that risk.

So he chose pain.
He made you hate him.
He made you leave him.
All to keep you safe.

After the divorce, you resigned from your job. You disappeared for a while. Then you began training. Studying. Pushing yourself harder than ever.

You became a detective.

Now, you were twenty-three years old.

Because of your exceptional skills and professional work, you were transferred to the main police station in Italy—a place crawling with mafia bosses and dark, dangerous cases waiting to be solved.

You walked into the police station.

And you saw him.

Your ex-husband… Alexei Morozov.

You ignored him, grabbed several case files from a desk, and didn’t even spare him a glance.
Alexei watched you, then slowly smiled and murmured in Italian—so that you wouldn’t understand:

“My little one… you’ve grown so much.”