Chapter 1Lenka“Why are you crying? You’re incapable of saying anything from that mouth of yours?” He said as he looked at me coldly.Michael and I had been married for two years, but he had always been a nightmare to me with his attitude. The love I used to feel that made me live in heaven slowly disappeared after my vows with this man.Now, he was acting as usual. As I tried to figure out what my husband was really thinking.“How pitiful, Lenka.” Michael grabbed my chin, rough and painful.Another pain made me sob. The sting of his cold, piercing demeanor, he never cares about that.“Speak!”Another wave made me unable to breathe correctly, but I wasn’t a puppet he could always control. Tears continued to flow and made my eyes red.I forced myself to reply to the words of this dangerous man, Michael Vonhof, the leader of the Dragontooth mafia. When I first met him, he was sweet and gentle. He only asked if he was an ordinary, responsible worker. This was the opposite of
Lenka Throughout the night, I could hear the sounds of party music being performed. As he said, it was a party introducing Ava as his woman. Getting this treatment left me uninspired, and my mind was a mess. Now, I was sitting by the window, looking at the sky that had turned brighter. I was following orders from Michael not to leave the room. If I disobeyed, I would see the people's cold stares here and Michael's deep breath. I already planned to start something to have fun with, not just him. The sound of the door opening didn't even catch my attention. But slowly making my eyes move, scanning this room, a man in a neat suit. He always looks prepared. I stared at him. He never cares about my feelings. That selfishness is in him. With his arms folded in front of his chest, he observed me, the woman who couldn't speak. "You look messy." The first thing he said was to insult me. Yeah, his looks were always attractive, which made him even more inappropriate for me. The judgmenta
The following day, I woke up in shock. The pain hit me immediately, and without pause, tears streamed down my face.I attracted the servants' attention in this room but was ignored.I fainted, and now I'm awake, which means I'm still alive.[No!]I screamed inwardly, wishing more than anything that I wasn't conscious at all.Unfortunately, I don't have that peace of mind. By leaving this world, I will have peace of mind.Michael would be happy about that. I felt a deep sense of loneliness.They ignored the sound of crying, which sounded like moaning. The servants were cold; I guess they hoped I would wake up.After I saw the IV in my hand, I pulled it out roughly. I didn't need to be saved. He had given the order not to provide me with food and water, meaning he got tired and wanted me to die.Still not satisfied, I threw the pillow. The servants watched me with judging and condescending eyes. Some began to chuckle that I had made their work more difficult."She's gone mad."I heard t
LenkaEven after I resisted them, the maids still treated me coldly. I knew I was not a suitable madam for them. I had many flaws.A dump woman and possessed of tremendous lousy luck.I was at peace in these few days without meeting Michael, who would go crazy and then speak poison from his mouth. I wasn't waiting for him, hoping he wouldn't return here until I had left to taunt him.No matter how hard I tried, it was hard to break this tight situation. I remembered my father's words, calm down, be quiet, and I'll find the answer.Dad, I'm not sure about that.Powerlessness is so debilitating, and the anger inside me has erased the love for the past two years. I noticed that this place became quiet. I grabbed the scarf and put it on quickly, making the door open to be unlocked.I was surprised but wary of the following situation I received; I went out and, while walking, met a guard. I'm sure he saw me but ignored me. The rules may have come back out of Michael's mouth so I could wal
Lenka's POVWhen that woman came, I didn't think of her as a guest I wanted to welcome, but I couldn't do anything to get rid of her.She was present before me like a compulsion, which she did on purpose. Ava sat with eyes that looked confident. She was created with near-perfect beauty, so it's only natural for her to be overconfident. I felt tired just looking at her, especially considering what had happened recently.Ava's eyes are so clear. She grew up full of love and had a strength that made her life comfortable. "You must feel surprised by my arrival." Something felt strange. Surprised and pressured, she showed me who really ruled this house. I was getting frustrated. After my fingers bent the book, I held it more firmly, and I managed to move my hand to write something down. [What brings Miss Ava here? Michael might not like her.] "Of course. Because he doesn't like me spending time with a troublesome woman like you." Her words were so piercing that I silently watched the
Lenka's POVI stared at the woman. She looked confident, waiting for me to answer positively, but I had other interests.She did manage to guess my wishes. She was not blind in this situation.I exhaled as I stood and walked to get a pen and a torn-looking book. I patted the book. The paper was already wrinkled, and one side was almost split.What I was doing seemed to annoy Ava, especially because I seemed to be ignoring her words.I could hear her chattering but didn't look at her, choosing to write first."Why do you want to help me, Ms. Ava? It's so sudden."I realized that we had never been close to each other. In fact, the woman's attitude was closer to hating me than liking me.I wasn't much different, either.Michael was always by her side. Their mafia family was supportive and would become even more significant.She was considered perfect, while I was just an incomplete woman.I felt uncomfortable and sick.Her shoe marks were still visible on my scarf, as was the pain in my
Lenka's POVAh, the sky looks so clear today…I smile slightly, feeling as if the scenery before me shares my happiness.There are only a few clouds, and even they only partially veil the sunlight. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling a slight sting from the sun’s glare, but soon open them again.A fitting atmosphere.I have left—the place where I was never appreciated nor needed.No more mocking servants, no gloomy chambers, nor the dreary sight of that man's residence.I feel no longing, only relief.In this world, I am alone.A few minutes ago, I was still there, and now I’m on a bus.A servant had led me through the back road earlier. With only a short distance to cover, I managed to get on the bus heading out of town.The rush of adrenaline surged through me. It felt almost unreal, as if this might not be happening—but it was.I had finally stepped out of the cage that had trapped me for two years.Liberating.A mix of emotions swirled inside me, too tangled to put into words. I
Lenka's POVWhy is something like this happening to me? I never intended to disturb him.I trusted him. I never had any doubts, yet once again, I was deceived and trapped.Before, I was inside a room. Now, I’m gasping for air, my chest burning as if it’s on fire.I’ve never felt like this before.I run, using every ounce of strength in my legs for the first time in so long. No. I’ve never even walked this far before.My legs feel heavy and sore.I’ve fallen multiple times, tripping over rocks and tree roots, crashing into low-hanging branches.My face feels stiff—not just from the stinging cuts but also from the cold wind blowing around me.I can’t take it anymore. My breath feels like it’s about to stop.Before I could fall again and add more wounds to my body, I stopped.I had arrived at a desolate place, surrounded by towering trees. There was no one around. Not even a single sound.I had no idea how far I had run or how much time had passed. The only thing that mattered was gettin
Lenka's POVThese past few days, I’ve felt like someone has been watching me—especially at the coffee shop. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but the sensation is unmistakably clear.Whenever I try to look around, all I see are my customers busy with their own activities, my staff preparing coffee, and a few people passing by outside the café.Nothing else.A discomfort settles deep in my chest.As if that weren’t enough, I’ve also been having dreams lately—dreams of a past I never wanted to remember. They leave me waking up feeling empty, lost in thought.When that happens, I just sit in bed, leaning against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my folded legs, refusing to go back to sleep even though the sun has yet to rise.Those dreams drag me back to memories of loving the wrong man, of enduring the mistreatment that followed—things I never wanted to relive, let alone in my sleep.I exhale slowly, closing my eyes for a moment.Then I shake my head, snapping myself out of i
Michael's POVI watched the man who had been spending quite some time inside the coffee shop.He wasn’t just stopping by—he was actually helping out. But then, he shifted his attention to a little kid who seemed to be asking him to play.The man picked the child up and carried him to a quieter side of the café, making sure not to disturb the other guests.I straightened my posture slightly, observing as the man sat across from the child, setting up a chessboard and a timer on each of their sides.“Chess?” I muttered, furrowing my brows while keeping my eyes on them.Despite the significant age gap, the man played quite well.The child had a solid strategy—I could see how quickly he cornered the man's king, though he had to sacrifice many pawns in the process.The man, on the other hand, wasn’t going easy on him. But his strategy had no distinct pattern—it simply flowed, adapting to the situation. He easily fell into the traps that had been set.He won, while the man pretended to be sa
Michael's POVI looked at the file in my hands. It contained all the gathered data about the man who was with Lenka yesterday.He was a former police officer, from the same division as that woman’s father. A few years older than Lenka and seemingly the complete opposite of me.I could see the same impression in him as in her father—someone troublesome.I was certain he knew her father as well.They had only worked together for a short time—just four years—but their record of arrests and crime prevention was quite remarkable.I saw the names of several mafia businesses that had disappeared and a list of unimportant members they had managed to capture.Neither of them had ever received any official recognition from their institution, but during their time on duty, even the lowest-ranked mafia members were cautious.Diego’s personal notes even mentioned that some of our members had almost been caught by them—but failed.The troublemakers responsible for that incident were swiftly taken c
Michael’s POVAs soon as I returned, Diego rushed toward me, followed closely by the rest of my men.He was the first to speak.“Sir, what happened to you? Your eyes… Are you all right?”They kept asking the same question over and over again, making me even less inclined to answer. I simply let their concerns go unanswered.Maybe my eyes were already swollen. Or perhaps they had noticed the burns on my fingertips from the cigarette I had forgotten to put out.I had already treated the burns, but the red, blistered marks wouldn’t fade so easily.My mind was too occupied—too fixated on that woman’s presence.I could see the confusion on their faces before they eventually stepped back, returning to their positions. I, on the other hand, kept walking at a brisk pace.I knew Diego was following me, though he remained silent as we moved.Once I reached my office, I let myself collapse onto the sofa, tilting my head back as I covered my eyes with one hand for a moment before pressing my fing
Michael's POVBeing in this city makes me feel empty.I carry out my work as usual. Nothing less, nothing more. I simply work, doing nothing beyond that.My subordinates handle everything well, leaving me with no need to interfere.That’s how it should be—because if it were any different, I wouldn’t be rewarding them accordingly. Instead, I would eliminate them without hesitation."It's done, sir." Diego's voice pulls me back to reality.I take a drag from my cigarette, inhaling the aromatic smoke as it travels through my lungs before exhaling it in a slow release.It’s the only trivial thing I indulge in between my work—smoking.Something I never particularly liked before, but over the years, in the silence, it became a habit.Not anything special, but the sensation is interesting enough to fill the void."Okay."I stand, causing my right-hand man to look momentarily confused."Where are you going, sir?" He moves instinctively, handing me my jacket, which I slip on without delay."Ju
Lenka's POVI held Felix's hand, looking at him with a slightly serious expression. "Don't be too active here, Felix. Not only is it dangerous for you, but it could also be dangerous for others.""Why, Mom?" He looked confused."I just want to look around like usual..."I shook my head. "We're not the only ones here, Felix. And I can't watch you all the time—I have ingredients to buy."Right now, we were in a store that sold ingredients for making desserts and other items. This shop wasn’t far from my coffee shop, but it was much bigger and often crowded with visitors.It was my first time bringing my son here. Thinking about his boundless energy wherever he went made me a little worried.It would be difficult if Felix wandered around the store without my supervision. He wasn't very tall yet, and since my height wasn't much different from his, it would be a struggle to find him if he got lost.Felix pouted, clearly displeased with my advice."Mom, I'm not a little kid. I can be carefu
Lenka's POV"Thank you for always providing the best quality coffee supplies, James."I looked at the man, who was older than me—not much different from Jonas, but with a far more cheerful and relaxed demeanor.He responded immediately, "Of course! I’m dedicated to providing the best for every shop that works with me, including yours, Lenka."I nodded with a smile, agreeing with his words.James was one of the best coffee bean suppliers in Illesas City.I had personally conducted a survey, visiting every plantation and the distributors connected to them. But not all of them met my expectations.It took me several days before I found him and quickly established a partnership. I liked the coffee beans he cultivated himself, while he was interested in my proposal.I checked the coffee packages he had delivered, which would last me a week. Even by slightly opening one of the packages, I could already catch the distinctive aroma of his coffee.The scent made me feel at ease, instantly imag
Michael's POV"They’re still stubborn, even after being defeated."I clicked my tongue, recalling how some members of the Wentz family group were still trying to attack mine.That group was already falling apart. Several of their major businesses had collapsed, leaving only small ventures that wouldn’t be enough to cover the massive losses they had suffered.I didn’t have to do much—just let my men handle things. And that was more than enough.One day was all it took to throw them into complete chaos. There was no way they could return to how they once were.Such a waste of time.Rather than making things worse for themselves, they should be focusing on fixing their internal problems. It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be far better than trying to go against a group that was completely out of their league.Of course, it wasn’t a loss for me if that woman’s family destroyed the very foundation they had built with their own hands.Diego nodded."Yes, our men have also taken care of the o
Lenka's POVAfter taking a few days off—something Jonas had insisted I do—I finally returned to work.I owned my own coffee shop, equipped with a range of specialized coffee-making tools and a display case showcasing an assortment of handmade cakes, pastries, and donuts.I also provided various types of coffee for my customers, setting aside a special area where they could take in the aroma of unprocessed coffee beans before making their choice.It was a busy morning.I had already prepared and organized everything necessary before opening my coffee shop.Wearing an apron, I tied my hair up high and tight to keep it out of the way while working. I also wore gloves and a special face covering to complete my work attire.The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the lingering aromas of the desserts I had carefully arranged in their respective places.I had arrived early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, to set everything up by myself.Two other