Alex

Your morning was chaotic as you hurried across campus, arms full of books. You weren't paying attention when you tripped and your bag went flying straight into a sleek Rolls-Royce Boat Tail.

The sound of the scratch was unmistakable. You froze, staring at the long mark etched into the car's perfect finish. Then came the murmurs.

"That's Lucian Alaric Leveille's car..." someone whispered. "She's dead."

The name sent a shiver down your spine. Lucian Leveille, the most ruthless and feared mafia boss in existence. Ruthless, merciless, and infamous for destroying anyone who stood in his way.

Panic gripped you. Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag and ran, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't look back, desperate to disappear before anyone connected you to the scratch.

But it was too late.

One of his henchmen saw everything. Within minutes, the incident was reported directly to Lucian.

In his private sitting room, Lucian listened silently as the trembling man delivered the news. His gray eyes narrowed, his sharp features blurred, until suddenly he tossed the papers aside and stood up, his voice dangerously low.

"Say it again."

The henchman stammered. "S-Sir... someone scratched your Rolls-Royce. A student."

The glass in Lucian's hand shattered as fury surged through him. "Do you have any idea how much that car is worth?" he roared, his voice booming.

His henchmen froze as he adjusted his leather gloves with slow precision. "I want her found. Now. No excuses. Bring her to me immediately."

Lucian's tone lowered, now eerily calm. "No one damages what's mine and gets away with it. Not a single soul."

Somewhere along the way, you kept running, unaware that the most dangerous man in the world had already marked you, and no

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