The wind was cold that night—just like every other night in Saint Haven Orphanage. Lydia sat by the window, staring at the moonlight filtering through the broken glass panes. She clutched the old necklace around her neck, the only thing left from her parents. She didn't remember their faces—just screams. Gunshots. Blood.
She was five when they died.
They told her it was a robbery. She never believed them.
At sixteen, Lydia learned a shocking truth: the orphanage was owned and funded by the Morgan family—the most feared mafia family in the world. The same name she remembered hearing in the whispers that night when her parents died.
The Morgans.
Even before she knew the truth, she hated that name.
But fate has a cruel sense of irony.
Because now, at nineteen, she was being summoned to the Morgan estate. Not just anyone had called her—it was Morgan Alessandro himself.
The heir. The king. The man feared in all corners of the underworld.
He was only twenty-eight, but his name struck fear in the hearts of enemies and allies alike. Ruthless. Jealous. Obsessively controlling. And the most devastatingly handsome man she'd ever seen.
When Lydia stepped into the grand hall of the Morgan estate, she felt the walls closing in. The scent of expensive cologne, the sound of polished shoes echoing on marble—it was a world far removed from her childhood, yet funded by the same bloody money that ruined her life.
And there he was.
Morgan stood at the top of the grand staircase, dark eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at his lips like he already owned her.
"Lydia Roberts," he said, his voice like velvet over steel. "Welcome home."
Home?
She froze.
"Why am I here?" she asked, defiant.
Morgan descended slowly. "Because I want you here."
She clenched her fists. "And what makes you think I'd want to stay?"
He tilted his head, amused. "You don't have a choice."
It was true.
She had aged out of the orphanage. Had no job. No place to stay. And the Morgan name was powerful—if he wanted her, no one would dare stop him.
She looked into his eyes and saw danger. Obsession. Desire.
And something she didn't expect.
Longing.
Why?
Why her?
She was no one.
But to Morgan, she was everything.
He had watched her for years, hiding behind silent donations, watching her grow into a woman he could no longer ignore. He told himself it was fate. Destiny. That he could rewrite the sins of his family by loving her.
But when Lydia looked at him, all she could see was blood.
Still, she stayed.
For now.
Because in her heart, Lydia vowed one thing—
She would make the Morgan family pay for what they did to her parents.
Even if it meant destroying the man who claimed to love her.
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