Prologue

*Adrian Russo knew that his wife, Elena, was seeing another man before she even realized that he knew.*

He sat alone in the dark bedroom, holding a glass of whiskey between his fingers. The clock quietly passed two in the morning.

When the door finally opened, Elena walked inside wearing the red dress Adrian had bought for her in Paris. Her heels clicked twice against the floor before she noticed him.

She stopped.

Adrian said nothing.

He only looked at the faint bruise under her jaw—a mark he knew he had never left there.

“Adrian…” Elena swallowed nervously. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”

He slowly lifted his glass.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

The colour drained from her face.

She immediately started talking, much too quickly.

She told him she had been having dinner with friends. Her phone had died. The driver had left early.

One lie followed another.

The words kept coming from the mouth he had once kissed.

Adrian listened quietly to every excuse without interrupting her.

Finally, she stopped talking.

Then Adrian reached into his suit jacket and threw a photograph onto the bed.

Elena stared at it.

It showed her tangled up with another man.

Then he threw down another photograph.

And another.

One picture became five.

Then ten.

“I… I can explain,” she whispered.

Adrian looked at her almost curiously, and said- I gave you my name,my protection,my home, and you opened your legs for another man...

She flinched at the word,but Adrian only took another sip of his whiskey . "It meant nothing" she cried, dropping to her knees before him. "Please Addie, think about Shawn".

At the mention of their son, something shifted in Adrians eyes. He slowly stood. "Do not use may son to save yourself".

She was sobbing,clutching his legs, promising that she love him.Adrian stared her . Once he believed those words, but not anymore.

She didn't see the gun.A single shot , Adrian watched her body fall to the ground with a soft thump and the red colour painting the floor.

He ordered his men to clean the mess, and to bring the MAN she was with.And to Kill him.

Five years late Adrian Russo no longer believed in love.He had his son , his empire, and enough blood on his hands.

He didn't need redemption, he certainly didn't need a women.But when his son asked for a nanny, he bought home one .

That's where the story starts.