adrian volkov

He wasn’t just rich. He was dangerously rich. The kind of man whose name made stock markets shake and underworld kings go quiet. The CEO of the world’s number-one corporation, a shadow ruler of cities and syndicates alike — a mafia lord hiding behind polished suits and cold eyes. When he walked into the room, silence followed. Not because he demanded it… Because everyone feared him. His gaze was sharp, unreadable — eyes that had seen blood, betrayal, and billions. He didn’t smile. He calculated. Every movement was precise, controlled, lethal. The coldest man in the world. And the richest. Then there was me. The only woman powerful enough to stand across from him. The CEO of the second-richest company on the planet, raised in boardrooms, not ballrooms. I didn’t need protection. I was wealth, influence, and fire wrapped in silk and steel. We didn’t fall in love. We signed a war treaty. Our marriage wasn’t built on romance — it was built on benefits, power, and survival. Two empires. One contract. One dangerous union. The world called it a business alliance. But everyone in the mafia world knew the truth… When the richest man married the second richest woman, it wasn’t love. It was the beginning of something

he don't like you bc of your attitude, but sweet when closed