Ethan Vale never considered himself wealthy—not in the way people imagined. Yes, he lived in a mansion, had guards following him, and never worried about money. But wealth, to him, was peace. And peace was something his family had never owned.
His mother, Isabella Vale, was the sole heir to a vast empire left behind by her father, Leonard Vale, once the richest and most feared industrialist in the state. Leonard's fortune was not built on clean hands alone. Along with billions in inheritance came enemies—corporate rivals, criminal syndicates, and shadows from the underworld that refused to fade even after his death.
When Leonard Vale died, the vultures circled.
Isabella, young yet extraordinarily intelligent, stepped into the fire. She took control of the companies, negotiated with dangerous men, and dismantled threats with grace and strategy. She was admired, desired, and feared in equal measure. To the world, she was unbreakable.
To Ethan, she was just his mother.
Ethan was everything Isabella feared he would become—reckless, headstrong, and stubbornly independent. He hated rules, despised bodyguards, and ignored warnings. While his mother fought wars in boardrooms and back alleys, Ethan chased freedom, convinced that nothing bad could ever truly touch him.
That belief shattered the day Lena Hart walked into his life.
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It was a bright afternoon when Ethan left the house alone, refusing his driver for the third time that day. As he walked toward the street, someone waved at him from across the road.
"Hey," the girl called out, her voice light, almost playful.
Ethan glanced at her briefly—a girl with dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail and eyes sharp enough to stop a man mid-step. Instead of responding, he turned away and unlocked the gate to his house.
Behind him, he heard her scoff.
"Wow," she muttered loudly. "What an arrogant jerk."
Ethan paused for half a second, a smile tugging at his lips, but he didn't turn around.
At the mall an hour later, fate decided they weren't done.
Ethan stepped backward while browsing a shelf, distracted by his phone, and collided with someone. The impact knocked her off balance.
Before she could fall, Ethan's instincts kicked in. He grabbed her from behind, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
Her breath caught.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then she spun around, shoving him away.
"Are you out of your mind?" she snapped. "You can't just grab people!"
Ethan looked at her—and recognized those eyes.
It was her.
The girl from earlier.
Up close, she was even more striking. Fierce eyes. Soft lips. A fire in her presence that challenged him instead of shrinking away.
"You were falling," he said calmly, a teasing smile forming.
"I would've managed," she shot back. "You think being rich gives you permission to do whatever you want?"
That made him chuckle.
Lena hated that she noticed how attractive he was when he smiled.
"Relax," Ethan said, stepping back. "No harm done."
He turned and walked away, leaving Lena standing there, heart pounding with irritation—and something else she refused to name.
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That evening, when Ethan returned home, something was wrong.
The mansion buzzed with tension. Guards moved faster than usual. Phones rang. Voices whispered.
"What's going on?" Ethan asked one of the staff.
No one answered him.
He found Isabella in the living room, her back to him.
"Everything okay?" he asked lightly.
Her voice was sharp. Cold.
"As if you care."
Ethan froze.
He walked closer. "Mom?"
She turned.
And for the first time in his life, Ethan saw tears sliding down his mother's face.
His chest tightened.
"What happened?" he demanded.
She said nothing.
Anger surged through him—hot and uncontrollable.
Ethan stormed out and headed straight for Victor Kane, the head of their private security and one of his grandfather's most trusted men.
"Tell me the truth," Ethan said, his voice dangerously calm. "Now."
Victor hesitated.
Ethan stepped closer, eyes burning. "Lie to me—and you'll regret it."
Victor exhaled. "One of our investors crossed the line. He disrespected your mother. He was backed by Dario Russo."
The name was poison.
Dario Russo was an underworld kingpin and an old enemy of Leonard Vale—a man who had been waiting years for revenge.
Ethan didn't speak.
He simply turned and walked toward the armory.
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That same night, Lena Hart met Ethan again—though neither of them expected it.
Lena was leaving her café job when a black car screeched to a halt nearby. Gunshots echoed in the distance. Panic erupted in the street.
She ducked behind a car—and suddenly felt a hand grab her arm.
"Come with me," a voice said urgently.
She looked up.
It was him.
Before she could protest, Ethan pulled her into an alley, shielding her as men ran past with weapons drawn.
M Her heart raced. "What is happening?"
"Stay quiet," he said, positioning himself in front of her.
For the first time, Lena saw something different in his eyes—not arrogance, but darkness. Purpose. Pain.
When the chaos settled and the men disappeared, Ethan turned to her.
"You okay?"
She nodded slowly. "Who are you?"
He hesitated. "Someone you should stay away from."
Yet neither of them moved.
Something unspoken passed between them—dangerous and magnetic.
That night, Ethan went on to confront the man who had hurt his mother, setting off a chain of violence that would drag the city into chaos.
And Lena—unknowingly—had stepped into the orbit of a man born from blood, power, and shadows.
A man who would fall for her.
A man who would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her.
Because in a world ruled by enemies and guns, love was the most dangerous weakness of all.