“Miss Ashford, your identity is already dead.”
“But I’m still alive.”
That night, on my birthday, I lost everything.
My father was killed by our enemy, my family was destroyed, my mother was gone, and my younger brother disappeared without a trace. And I, the once untouchable Ashford heiress, became a fugitive hiding in the shadows, fighting for my life.
To escape the people hunting me, I abandoned my luxurious life, changed out of my designer gown, and hid my true identity aboard a ship.
But I quickly learned that losing my wealth was not the most terrifying thing.
The most terrifying thing was realizing that in this world, no one cared who I used to be.
Just when the Moretti family found me and prepared to erase the last survivor of the Ashford family, a man appeared.
Dmitri Solovyo.
The Russian boy who was once tortured and despised had become the ruthless leader of the Bratva.
He arrived with a gun in his hand and death in his eyes, pulling me back from the edge of destruction.
I recognized his eyes.
Because many years ago, I was the one who gave a piece of bread to that wounded, abandoned boy.
I never expected that the boy who once needed saving would grow into the man everyone feared.
Dmitri is cold, dangerous, and a man who trusts no one.
He says he saved me only because—
“Dead people have no value.”
