episode 1

Title: The Mafia’s Princess

Lena’s world had always been one of luxury, ballrooms, and whispered secrets. As the daughter of one of the most influential businessmen in the city, she was shielded from the dangers lurking beneath the surface. But what she didn’t know was that her father’s empire wasn’t built on just business—it was built on power, alliances, and a name that could make the bravest men tremble.

And the man who held that name in his hands was Asher Romano.

He wasn’t just any mafia boss. He was the king of the underworld, ruthless in his dealings and cold in his vengeance. No one dared cross him. No one dared to stand in his way.

Except her.

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Lena met Asher on the night of her father’s grand gala. The estate was buzzing with politicians, CEOs, and men who ruled the city from behind closed doors. She moved gracefully through the crowd, her silk dress flowing like water, her dark curls pinned up in an elegant twist. She had learned to smile politely, to play the role of the perfect daughter.

But then she saw him.

He was standing in the shadows, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his sharp jawline illuminated by the dim golden lights. He exuded power, the kind that made people step aside without him saying a word. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the room disappeared.

Lena had never met him before, yet she knew who he was. Everyone did.

Asher Romano.

A name that sent fear down spines. A man whose hands were stained with blood and whose enemies never lived to see another day.

She should have looked away. She should have ignored him.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she found herself walking toward him, as if drawn by an invisible force.

“You’re staring,” he said, his voice deep, smooth, yet dangerous.

Lena lifted her chin. “So are you.”

His lips curved into a smirk. “I have a reason to.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

He took a step closer, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating. “Because you’re the most beautiful thing in this room.”

Lena’s breath hitched. She had heard compliments before, but this—this was different. His words weren’t empty flattery; they held weight, like a promise or a warning.

Before she could reply, her father’s voice interrupted them.

“Lena.”

She turned to see her father approaching, his expression carefully controlled. He placed a protective hand on her shoulder as he looked at Asher. “I see you’ve met Mr. Romano.”

Lena felt a chill. The way her father spoke, there was caution in his tone, respect—but also fear.

Asher’s gaze didn’t waver. “We were just getting acquainted.”

Her father’s grip on her tightened. “Lena, why don’t you go find your mother?”

Lena frowned but knew better than to argue in front of guests. As she turned to leave, Asher’s voice followed her.

“I’ll be seeing you again, princess.”

And something in the way he said it told her he wasn’t lying.

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The days after the gala were restless. No matter how hard Lena tried, she couldn’t get Asher Romano out of her head. His presence lingered like a shadow, like a storm on the horizon waiting to strike.

And then, he did.

One evening, as she was leaving her ballet class, she found him leaning against a sleek black car, watching her.

“You’ve been following me,” she accused, stopping a few feet away from him.

His lips twitched in amusement. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

“What would you call it then?”

He tilted his head, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Making sure you’re safe.”

Lena let out a small laugh. “Safe from what?”

His expression darkened. “From the people who would use you to get to your father.”

The weight of his words settled over her. She had always known her father was powerful, but she had never truly understood the danger that came with it.

“You’re lying,” she said, but there was no confidence in her voice.

Asher stepped closer, his fingers gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear. The gesture was almost tender, but there was an edge to it, a silent claim.

“You’re smart, Lena. You know I’m not.”

Her heart pounded. She should have pushed him away, should have run—but she didn’t. Because deep down, she knew Asher Romano wasn’t just a man to be feared. He was a man who could protect her from the darkness she hadn’t even known existed.

And that terrified her more than anything.

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Days turned into weeks, and despite her better judgment, Lena found herself drawn to Asher in ways she couldn’t explain. He was dangerous, yes—but he was also fiercely protective, always watching, always making sure no harm came to her.

One night, she confronted him.

“Why do you care so much?” she asked, standing in front of him on the rooftop of his penthouse. The city lights stretched behind them, a silent witness to their conversation.

He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair before stepping closer. “Because you’re mine.”

Lena’s breath caught.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” he interrupted, his voice firm, final. “From the moment you walked up to me at that gala, you became mine.”

She swallowed. “That’s not how it works.”

He smirked, but there was something possessive in his gaze. “In my world, it is.”

And despite every warning, despite every voice in her head telling her to run, Lena knew the truth.

She had already fallen for the mafia king.

And there was no turning back.

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