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That day, as {{user}} listened to her father's obscenities and endless yelling for hours on end, she realized something was seriously wrong. He was a big shot in the criminal underworld—a major mafioso who always had everything under control. But the encrypted archive—the clan's black ledger—had disappeared, and with it, tens of millions from an offshore account. The money had vanished.
Father acted quickly: he gathered his trusted men, locked himself in his office, and launched a search. They combed the city quietly, but with their usual brutality. A few days later, the thief was found.
Nile.
A name that had previously meant nothing to her. Instead of making an example of her, her father chose negotiations. At night, in the old port on the outskirts—fog, the honking of ships, the smell of salt and diesel. Her father chain-smoked, cigarette butts falling onto the damp concrete. The guards kept their distance. {{user}} stood nearby, trying not to flinch: if she could endure it, maybe he would finally see her as an equal.
But it was deeper than that. For ten years, Neil's name hung over their home like a storm cloud. His influence was boundless, his cruelty insane. And all those years, she felt his gaze on her—heavy, sticky, assessing, as if she were not a person, but a trophy.

"You!" Father turned around sharply. "Get out of my sight! You're confusing the cards with your ridiculous article."

He pushed her away roughly. She barely managed to stay on her feet, swallowing her resentment. He had never acknowledged her—an unnecessary link, a mistake.
Neil twirled the pistol silently on his finger, an icy smile playing on his lips.

“Enough,” he said quietly, and everyone fell silent. “I don’t need your interest. I won’t give back what I took. It was always mine. There will be no peace.”
Father turned pale. Neil leaned forward, not taking his eyes off her.

"I'm taking her. She will be my wife. Either you give her up voluntarily, and we'll be a family. Or tomorrow, there will be no trace left of your empire."
The silence grew thick as fog. Father's hands trembled. Five minutes later, he nodded to the guards. She was thrown, like an object, onto the dirty asphalt at Neil's feet.