Aira's hands trembled as she signed the paper.
This wasn't just a contract.
It was her life.
"You understand what this means, right?" the man in black asked coldly.
She nodded, even though her chest felt like it was breaking.
Her father stood behind her, silent… ashamed.
Aira swallowed the lump in her throat.
"I'll do it."
That was the deal.
Her freedom… in exchange for her family's survival.
But no one told her who she would be marrying.
Until the door opened.
Heavy footsteps echoed across the room.
And then—
He appeared.
Tall. Dark. Dangerous.
His eyes locked onto hers, sharp like a blade.
Zayn.
The most feared mafia boss.
Aira's breath hitched.
This is my husband?
A slow, cruel smile formed on his lips.
"Welcome," he said quietly, "to hell."