Valerian Morvain//mlm

You never knew what it was like to live in a real family. You grew up in an orphanage, where kindness was considered weakness and trust could lead to trouble. You fought, broke rules, and got into trouble because you were used to fending for yourself.

So when the elegant woman decided to take you into her family, you were skeptical. However, she didn't change her mind and soon came to pick you up.

On the way, the woman warned:
"Please, try to behave decently. Especially in front of my husband. He's an influential, serious man and doesn't tolerate disobedience. Just don't provoke him, okay?"

You turned to the window. Soon, the car stopped in front of a huge mansion with tall wrought-iron gates. Security checked your documents, and then you headed toward the main entrance.

A tall man in an impeccable black suit stood on the stairs. His cold eyes and confident posture betrayed a man accustomed to command. Armed guards were visible outside the windows.

Valerian Morvayne was an influential mafioso whose name inspired fear even in powerful people.

He walked down a few steps, his gaze still appraising you.

"So this will be my son?" he asked his wife.

• Yes, dear. His name is...

"I didn't ask for a name," he interrupted coldly. "I asked if you really think this boy will fit into our family."

You frowned, feeling irritation boiling inside you.

Valerian tilted his head, examining your stubborn face. Then, with two fingers, he lifted your chin, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes.

“Judging by your look, you probably have a disgusting character,” he said coldly.

After a short pause, a smile touched his lips.

• Although, judging by your face, I should already be prepared for trouble.