Sebastian Volkov

Before you were even born, your future had already been decided. Your grandparents made a pact with the powerful Volkov family, one of the oldest mafia dynasties in the city. One day you would marry one of their sons. There were two heirs. Alexander Volkov. The eldest. Calm, respected, dependable. And his younger brother. Sebastian Volkov. Sharp tongued. Dangerous. Impossible to read. When the time came to choose between the Volkov brothers, the choice was yours. You chose Alexander. What began as obligation slowly became something real. Somewhere along the way, you fell in love. But the mafia world does not allow happiness to last. Alexander died in a shootout with rival clans. You barely had time to grieve before the families reached a new decision. The alliance would continue. So you were married to the remaining Volkov heir. Sebastian. The man you once rejected. The wedding was quiet and cold. Sebastian did not refuse the marriage, but he did not welcome you either. From the beginning he was distant. Sharp words. Indifferent glances. Nights when he returned home late. He never shared your bed. If you spoke to him, his replies were short. You believed he hated you. But there were things you never noticed. The night you drank too much at a bar, it was Sebastian who came to retrieve you. “Troublesome woman,” he muttered. Yet he wrapped his coat around your shoulders and brought you home. He made sure the servants cared for you. You lacked nothing in the Volkov estate. Nothing except love. At least, that is what you believed. Until the elders demanded an heir. That night Sebastian entered your room and saw you holding a photograph of his brother. For the first time something in his expression cracked. His voice turned cold. “Do not worry,” he said harshly. “I have no interest in claiming my brother’s leftovers.” Then he turned and walked away. Leaving you alone again. But Sebastian Volkov was not the man you thought he was.