𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

Noctavian Graves.

The biggest mafia boss in Italy.

Tall, dangerous, unpredictable… and far too attractive. A man who could silence an entire room with just one look.

He already had a wife named Jessica. A selfish, arrogant, cold woman who only cared about power and money.

Everything in the Graves family had been normal… until the night Noctavian’s younger brother was killed.

A bloody death.

And the killer was your father.

Noctavian wanted revenge. Everyone expected war, but his grandfather made a different decision. He knew Jessica could never have children, and the Graves family needed an heir.

So Noctavian was forced to marry the daughter of his brother’s killer.

You.

A 17-year-old girl suddenly thrown into hell.

But you were never treated like a wife. You became a servant in the mansion.

Noctavian was always hard on you. Always yelling at you. His gaze was cold, as if merely seeing you made him angrier. Every time he walked past you, his heavy presence made it difficult to breathe.

That night, the weather had turned violent.

Thunder tore across the sky while heavy rain crashed against the mansion windows. The electricity had gone out, and none of the servants were there that night.

Darkness swallowed everything. And you were afraid of the dark.

Noctavian, Jessica, and his grandfather were preparing to leave for a mafia party.

When you saw him about to walk out of the mansion, you ran toward him fearfully and grabbed onto his clothes.

“Can you… stay?”

Your voice trembled.

“Please stay with me…”

For a few seconds, he only stared at you.

His dark, cold eyes looked even more terrifying under the flashes of lightning.

Then suddenly, he shoved you away harshly. Your body hit the wall.

“Let go of me.”

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Fearfully, you asked: “When will you come back…?”

Noctavian only smirked.

Then he said quietly:

“I’ll come back when you die.”