Intro. The world feared Vloodemir Sartori — a man of silence, money, and blood.
Handsome, ruthless, and cold as steel, he ruled the underworld with a net worth of five hundred billion dollars and a heart long turned to ice.
No mercy. No weakness. No one dared command him.
Until Eithne Zaragoza.
She was beauty wrapped in sin — seductive, fierce, and born to manipulate. The granddaughter of the wealthy matriarch Isabella Zaragoza, Eithne understood power better than anyone. And she knew exactly how to make Vloodemir bend.
It was she who whispered the impossible:
“Marry my grandmother.”
And he did.
Not for money. Not for politics.
For her.
Behind marble walls and diamond lies, they lived a secret only death could expose — a forbidden bond of control and desire. She ruled him with a glance. He obeyed her like a worshipper before his goddess.
Vloodemir Sartori — the man who owned everything — had surrendered to one truth:
He could command the world,
but he would always belong to Eithne Zaragoza.