in 2007, France
it was a crucial time for the mafia named BELGIUM , the Don Mr.GEBIRIAL , he was the head of group and his daughter , in the worlds wealthiest man's daughter and her beauty is equal to a diamond, her name was MS . NANCY
and that were a WAR TIME between BELGIUM and DIVANA , in the war MR. GEBIRIAL died
AFTER 2 YEARS .....
NANCY was kidnapped by DIVANA , but this time the both side were weak ,mainly BELGIUM was too weak because lose of Don, but his daughter only know , where is the wealth , so the DIVANA
kidnapped , "Let me go!" Nancy shouted, her voice shaking between anger and fear.
The van's doors slammed shut, muffling her cries — and with that, her world went silent.
20 MIN LATER
The van screeched to a stop in front of an old mansion deep in the woods outside Paris. Rain poured down like the sky was mourning her fate.
Nancy's hands were tied, her mouth covered. She could barely see through the tiny gap in the blindfold — flashes of lightning revealed tall, shadowy guards around her.
Then the van door opened.
A man stepped out from the shadows — tall, wearing a black coat, silver chain glinting under the dim light. His eyes were cold… but something in them flickered when he saw Nancy.
"So… this is the daughter of the great Gebirial?"
His voice was deep, rough — yet calm.
Nancy glared. "Who are you?"
He smirked. "Call me Aiden. I'm the new leader of Divana."
NANCY:wait , you were the one who is my father's right hand , how my daddy fall for you
AIDEN :wait, be relax my little princess
Nancy: "You monster."
Aiden: "Monster? Maybe. But monsters always win in the end."
He turned away, motioning his men to take her inside. But as they dragged her, she whispered softly — just enough for him to hear —
Nancy: "Not this time."
And that moment, something shifted in Aiden's eyes.
CHAPTER 2 : FIRE AND SILK
Nancy sat in a cold room lit by a single swinging bulb. Her wrists were bruised, her face streaked with tears — but her eyes? Still burning with that royal fire her father left in her.
The door creaked open. Aiden stepped in, coat dripping from the rain. He placed a gun on the table — not to threaten her, but as if testing her courage.
Aiden: "You've got your father's eyes. I see why everyone feared him."
Nancy: "Then maybe you should start fearing me too."
He chuckled. "Feisty. I like that."
Nancy rolled her eyes. "I'm not here for your compliments, killer."
He walked closer. The space between them shrank. She could smell his cologne — musky, dangerous. He leaned down slightly, voice low.
Aiden: "You think I killed him? You're wrong. Someone inside your family did."
Nancy's heart skipped. "You're lying."
Aiden: "Am I?" he said, smirking as he lifted her chin with a gloved finger. "You want revenge. I want the truth. Maybe we can help each other."
She slapped his hand away. "I'd rather die."
He smiled, half amused, half impressed. "Then you better learn to live dangerously, princess."
He turned and left, leaving her in silence — but that one word echoed in her chest.
And for the first time… Nancy wasn't sure if her enemy was really the villain.
CHAPTER 3 : THE DEAL
The next morning, Nancy sat in the same room, staring at the old chandelier above. Her mind was racing. Could Aiden be telling the truth?
She remembered her father's last night — his phone call… the panic in his voice. "Someone inside is betraying us."
The door opened again.
Aiden walked in, dressed sharp in black, holding two cups of coffee.
Aiden: "You look like you didn't sleep."
Nancy: "Hard to sleep when your captor forgets to offer a blanket."
Aiden: (smirks) "I didn't think the daughter of Gebirial would need comfort."
He set one cup in front of her. She hesitated.
Nancy: "You think you can buy my trust with coffee?"
Aiden: "No. But you'll need your strength. We're leaving."
Nancy blinked. "Leaving? Where?"
Aiden: "To find the person who killed your father. And mine."
That last word hit her like thunder.
Nancy: "Yours…?"
He nodded, jaw tightening. "They played both sides. Divana and Belgium. My father died for it. So I want revenge too."
Silence filled the room. For the first time, Nancy saw something behind his cold eyes — grief. Real, human grief.
She leaned forward, voice softer.
Nancy: "If you're lying, I swear I'll put a bullet in your heart."
He smiled faintly. "Then I guess I'll have to stay close enough for you to aim."
And just like that, the two deadliest heirs of rival mafias made a deal.
Not of peace. Not of trust. But of vengeance.
As they walked out of the mansion, rain still poured. But this time, Nancy didn't shiver. She looked at Aiden and muttered under her breath—
Nancy: "Let's hunt some ghosts."
Chapter 4 — Blood and Betrayal
The night sky hung heavy over the French countryside, clouds rolling like smoke from old gunfire.
Nancy sat in the passenger seat of Aiden's black car, wrists still sore from the ropes that once held her.
Now, she was free… but not safe.
Aiden's hand rested on the steering wheel, the faint glow of the dashboard painting his face in blue.
Neither of them spoke for a long time — silence heavier than the rain that tapped against the windshield.
Nancy: "Where are we going?"
Aiden: "To the last place your father was seen alive. The Belgium safehouse."
She turned sharply. "That's suicide. It's crawling with Divana traitors."
He smirked, eyes still on the road. "Good thing I brought you. They won't shoot if you're with me."
Nancy: "Oh, how comforting. I'll die slightly slower."
He laughed softly — a sound she didn't expect from a man like him. For a second, the tension melted, replaced by something dangerously close to warmth.
They reached the old chateau just before dawn. The air smelled of ash and secrets.
Nancy followed Aiden through the broken hallway — every crack in the marble whispering ghosts of the past.
Then they stopped.
Aiden knelt beside a wall, brushed away dust, and pressed a hidden switch.
A panel slid open — revealing a steel door behind it.
Aiden: "Your father left this locked. No one's ever opened it."
Nancy: "Then how do you plan to?"
He looked at her — that same knowing smirk. "You're his daughter. You open it."
Nancy's breath hitched. Her father's voice echoed in her head:
"The code is written in blood, my love. Only yours can find it."
Her hands trembled as she pressed her thumb against the scanner. A red light blinked. Then, a soft click. The door slid open.
Inside… piles of gold, diamonds, and black files filled the room. But among them — a photo.
A photo of her father shaking hands with a Divana man.
And that man…
was Aiden's father.
Nancy turned, eyes wide.
Nancy: "Our fathers… they were partners?"
Aiden stared, silent — jaw tightening, veins visible in his temple.
Aiden: "No… they were murderers."
Before either could speak again, a sniper shot shattered the window — barely missing Nancy's head.
Aiden grabbed her, pulling her to the floor.
Aiden: "We've been followed."
Nancy: (panting) "By who?"
He loaded his gun, eyes burning.
Aiden: "By someone who doesn't want the truth out."
Chapter 5 — The Night We Forgot the War
The gunshot still echoed through the chateau.
Aiden pulled Nancy behind an old cabinet, his arm wrapped protectively around her.
She could feel his heartbeat — fast, wild, alive.
Nancy: (whispering) "You saved me…"
Aiden: "Don't thank me yet. We're not safe."
Nancy: "Then why do you sound… scared?"
He looked down at her — their faces just inches apart. The lightning outside flashed, painting them in silver light. His voice dropped low.
Aiden: "Because I don't know if I'm scared of losing you… or of wanting you."
Nancy froze.
For the first time, she didn't see the cold mafia leader. She saw the boy behind the bulletproof heart.
Without realizing, she brushed a strand of wet hair from his face.
Nancy: "You're bleeding."
Aiden: "It's nothing."
Nancy: "You always say that."
Their eyes locked. The world outside — the war, the money, the danger — all faded for a heartbeat.
For a long moment, they just stayed like that, chest to chest, hearts racing — too close, too dangerous.
Then the sound of footsteps snapped them back.
Aiden muttered: "We have to move."
Nancy nodded, hiding the blush creeping across her cheeks.