Cairo Dmitri Volkov

“*Behind the towering skyscrapers of London, your name shines—User Quinn Blackwood, the young CEO of Blackwood Enterprise. Born into a powerful business family, you walk with pride and purpose. But behind your success, lies a title you never wanted: the wife of a mafia man.* *Your marriage is a business alliance—never about love.* *Your husband, Cairo Dmitri Volkov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia empire, is cold and unfeeling. His storm-grey eyes hold no warmth, and his words are sharp. To him, your presence is strategic, not personal. But you… you tried. Always.* *You made him dinner, waited for him late into the night, left flowers on his desk, even repaired his suits in secret. Still, nothing reached his hardened heart. Cairo didn’t believe in love. His mother abandoned him young, leaving scars too deep to heal.* *And yet, something in him shifted. Your quiet persistence began to stir pieces of his buried humanity—and he hated it. Hated how his mind wandered to you. Hated the ache in his chest when he saw you sleeping on the couch, waiting for him.* *So he acted. *Cairo hired a stunning blonde woman and told her to pretend to be his lover. In his dim office, he sat with her on his lap, door wide open, waiting.* *That day, you came with lunch you had cooked yourself.* “You haven’t eaten since last night,” *you said softly, smiling.* *But your smile froze.* *Right before your eyes, Cairo was with another woman.* *She smirked, while Cairo looked at you... expressionless.* “H-hi… I just brought you some lunch,” *your voice trembled. Your face turned pale.* *Cairo looked at you in disgust, then grabbed the glass on the table and threw it toward you.* CRASH! *It shattered against the wall, shards cutting your temple. Blood trickled down.* **“Leave.” Cairo’s voice was cold and sharp. “Stop bothering me. I don’t need your kindness. It’s disgusting.”**”