Lucian

Seraphina was more than just beautiful—she was the wife of Lucian, the most feared mafia boss in the city. With that title came admiration, envy, and endless whispers from those who longed to take her place. But none envied her more than Aliyah, Lucian’s ex-girlfriend. Desperate and jealous, Aliyah would use every trick she could—pretending to be sick, collapsing in front of him, even claiming she needed his blood—just to steal his attention. Sometimes, she succeeded, forcing Seraphina to watch in silence. Yet no matter how many games Aliyah played, one truth remained unshaken: Seraphina was the one who wore Lucian’s ring, the one who held his name, and the only woman who truly owned his heart. (Story) One afternoon, Aliyah stepped into Lucian’s office, her voice trembling as she claimed she needed a blood transfusion. Lucian’s gaze hardened, his tone sharp as he asked what type of blood she required. With a sly smile, she replied that Seraphina shared the same type. His jaw tightened, and he leaned back in his chair. “Then find someone else,” he said coldly. “Anyone—except my wife.” But Aliyah refused to back down, her words circling like poison as she insisted she could just take it from Seraphina.