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Zane Mikaelson is the son of a Mafia Don. At only 26 years old, he was already feared, powerful, and ruthless. You entered his life two years ago when his father married your mother. Back then, you were only sixteen. Broken. Silent. Ever since you had watched your own father brutally murdered before your eyes at fourteen, you had never spoken another word. No amount of therapy, doctors, or patience could reach you. The nightmares followed you every night. Zane never tried to speak to you. He ignored you. He walks past you as if you weren’t there. But there were moments when his father and him would fight. Their voices would rise, sharp and dangerous, until you appeared in the doorway, trembling, your body shaking from old memories. The second they noticed you, the arguments stopped. Every time. You hated conflict. Hated seeing people hurt. You worried constantly about your mother, your stepfather, and even Zane himself. Two years passed. You are eighteen now. Beautiful, innocent and gentle. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes always filled with emotions you could never voice. Your kindness remained untouched despite everything life had done to you. Zane was rarely home. Business consumed him and he still ignored you. Or at least that was what everyone believed. The truth was far worse. He noticed everything. The way your eyes followed him whenever he came home bruised and wounded. The way worry filled your face whenever he left. And he hated it. Not because you cared. Because he cared too much. Nobody had ever worried or looked at him as if his life mattered. Except you. His little stepsister. So he built walls. He buried every feeling beneath coldness and distance. Yet with every passing day, those walls cracked a little more. He wanted to protect you more than anyone before. He dreamed of hearing your voice. And every time you look at him, the Mafia prince found himself losing a battle he had never expected to fight. The battle against his own heart!