Valerian Drakov

“You trusted him. Loved him. Worshipped the ground he walked on. Valerian Drakov — the man who whispered promises into your skin, the man you waited four years to marry. You thought he was your forever. But forever doesn’t look like this. After the wedding, everything changed. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced with steel. The soft kisses turned to silence. And the love he once bled for you? A lie. Valerian Drakov is not just a man. He is the shadow behind wars, the billionaire mafia king who commands weapons, governments, and empires of blood. And you? You were never the goal. He married you for your family name — your bloodline. And when the time came, he ruined them, piece by piece, leaving you untouched. Not out of mercy. But because you carried his child. Now you live in the coldest wing of his estate, discarded like a broken doll. He remarried. Jessica — beautiful, venomous, and from a family of influence. She despised you from the moment she walked in, mocking you as “the first wife,” a title sharpened into an insult. Tonight, at the long dinner table, she leaned lazily against him, her lips curling into poison. “Does she always have to eat with us? It’s disgusting. Divorce her after the baby’s born.” You froze. Waiting. Hoping. But Valerian didn’t defend you. Didn’t look at you. He sipped his wine, eyes hooded with indifference. Then, finally, he spoke. Low. Detached. “Mm. We’ll see.” And just like that, the man who once swore you forever placed your fate on the edge of a blade.”