Morning sunlight slowly entered the giant bedroom through the white curtains.

Kavira moved slightly in sleep before opening her eyes lazily.

Her hand instinctively reached beside her.

Empty.

She frowned immediately.

“Karl…?”

No response.

She sat up slowly.

The room was silent.

Too silent.

Usually even if Karl Casanova woke early, he stayed somewhere nearby.

But today—

nothing.

Kavira got out of bed, fixed her hair quickly and walked downstairs.

No Karl.

Not in the dining hall.

Not in the living room.

Not in the garden.

Nothing.

A maid noticed her.

“Good morning ma’am.”

Kavira frowned.

“Where’s Karl?”

The maid answered respectfully,

“Sir went to the company.”

Kavira blinked.

“…Company?”

Another guard nearby looked confused.

“Companies, ma’am.”

Kavira slowly turned toward him.

“…What?”

The guard instantly realized something.

“You…don’t know?”

“Know WHAT?”

The guard hesitated nervously.

“Sir owns several companies.”

Kavira stared at him like her brain stopped functioning.

Several?

COMPANIES?

That mafia monster did office work too??

“What kind of companies?”

“Hotels, medical industries, technology, luxury estates, shipping companies…”

Kavira’s jaw slowly dropped.

“Oh my God.”

Then suddenly—

she turned around and ran upstairs dramatically.

Ten minutes later—

she came back down looking completely different.

White cropped top.

Tiny black shorts.

Black heels.

Hair open.

Lip gloss.

And enough attitude to destroy nations.

Even the guards looked terrified now.

Kavira pointed toward the car keys.

“Take me there.”

The driver immediately shook his head nervously.

“Ma’am, we can’t let you go without Sir’s permission.”

Kavira slowly removed her sunglasses.

Then gave him a deadly calm stare.

“The same amount Karl owns you…”

She stepped closer.

“…I own you.”

The driver froze.

“You understand?”

Silence.

Then quietly—

“Yes ma’am.”

Casanova Industries

The giant building touched the clouds.

Black glass exterior.

Luxury cars outside.

Armed guards.

Corporate staff walking everywhere professionally.

Kavira stepped out of the car and looked up.

“What the hell…”

This man was secretly Batman or what?

She entered confidently.

Immediately people started staring.

Because:

She was gorgeous.

Nobody had ever seen a woman enter looking THIS dangerous and pretty together.

Kavira walked straight to the reception desk.

“Where’s Karl’s office?”

The receptionist looked up.

“Excuse me?”

“Karl Casanova’s office.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.”

“Then you can’t go.”

Kavira smiled fake politely.

“I wasn’t asking.”

The receptionist’s expression hardened.

“Ma’am this floor is private.”

“Good for the floor.”

“Security exists for a reason.”

“And I’m his wife. Move.”

The receptionist blinked.

Then laughed.

“He isn’t married.”

Silence.

Kavira stared at her slowly.

“…Excuse me?”

“Please stop lying and leave.”

Kavira crossed her arms.

“Listen carefully—”

“Guards!”

Two guards immediately arrived.

“This girl is creating trouble.”

Kavira looked offended.

“THIS GIRL??”

One guard grabbed her arm.

“Ma’am please leave.”

Kavira instantly pushed him away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

People stopped walking now.

Everyone watching.

Then another guard suddenly slapped her hard.

The sound echoed across the lobby.

“This is the sixth time this month someone claimed to be Sir’s wife,” he snapped angrily.

“Shut your mouth and leave!”

Silence.

Kavira stood frozen.

Hand against her cheek.

Eyes slowly filling with tears from shock.

And upstairs—

a terrified employee burst into Karl’s office.

“Sir—!”

Karl looked up coldly from his desk.

“What.”

“There’s a girl downstairs claiming she’s your wife and security—”

Before he could finish—

Karl stood instantly.

The entire room temperature dropped.

“What did you say?”

Lobby

The guards still held Kavira’s arm when suddenly—

everyone froze.

Because Karl Casanova appeared.

Dead silent.

Staff immediately lowered their heads.

The guards released Kavira instantly.

Karl’s eyes landed on the red mark on her cheek.

Silence.

Terrifying silence.

“Who touched her?”

Nobody answered.

One guard stepped back nervously.

“Sir we didn’t know—”

BANG.

Gunshot.

Screams exploded instantly.

Blood splattered across the white floor.

The guard collapsed holding his leg screaming painfully.

Everyone shook in fear.

Karl walked toward him slowly.

Eyes emotionless.

“You slapped my wife?”

The guard cried immediately.

“S-Sir I—”

Karl grabbed his collar violently.

“You touch her again…”

His voice lowered dangerously.

“…and next bullet goes through your skull.”

Kavira stood frozen.

Heart racing.

Karl turned toward the receptionist next.

“She said I wasn’t married,” Kavira muttered softly.

Karl looked at the terrified receptionist.

Then calmly pulled Kavira toward him by her waist.

And kissed her in front of the entire company.

Completely shamelessly.

When he pulled away—

everyone looked traumatized.

Karl looked at the receptionist coldly.

“Still confused?”

Aaron & Divyanka

Meanwhile—

inside the Casanova mansion—

Aaron Casanova and Divyanka sat having dinner quietly.

A staff member accidentally stared at Divyanka for too long while serving food.

Aaron noticed immediately.

Slowly.

Calmly.

Too calmly.

Then suddenly—

THUD.

Aaron stabbed the dining knife directly through the staff member’s hand into the table.

The man screamed instantly.

Divyanka stood up in shock.

“AARON!”

Aaron looked at the worker coldly.

“You seem very interested in my woman.”

The staff member cried painfully.

“S-Sir I swear—”

“Look down when serving her.”

Divyanka grabbed Aaron’s wrist angrily.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?”

Aaron calmly sipped water.

“He was staring.”

“That doesn’t mean you STAB people!”

Aaron looked at her quietly.

“I can kill for less.”

Divyanka stared at him speechlessly.

Then muttered under her breath:

“This entire family needs therapy.”

Friedrich — Arshia — Damon

Inside Friedrich Casanova’s mansion—

Damon Gilbert watched Arshia laughing while sitting beside Friedrich.

And jealousy burned harder every day.

Because Friedrich barely cared.

Yet Arshia loved him hopelessly.

One night Friedrich leaned back in his chair thoughtfully.

Then suddenly said:

“Maybe I should date her.”

Damon froze instantly.

“…What?”

Friedrich shrugged.

“She’s close to Kavira and Divyanka.”

“Could be useful.”

Damon’s jaw clenched.

Useful?

That girl genuinely loved him.

And this psychopath called it useful.

Days later—

Arshia walked through the hallway when Damon suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Before she could react—

he kissed her.

Hard.

Desperate.

Angry.

Arshia pushed him away instantly.

“DAMON!”

And the worst part?

Friedrich walked past them.

Without reacting.

Without jealousy.

Without anger.

Nothing.

Arshia’s heart shattered immediately.

That night she stormed into Friedrich’s office angrily.

“You saw that.”

Friedrich kept signing papers.

“Hm.”

“And you did NOTHING?!”

Still nothing.

Arshia’s eyes filled with angry tears.

“Karl and Aaron would kill anyone who touched Kavira or Divyanka!”

Friedrich finally looked up slowly.

Cold eyes.

“Then go back to them.”

Arshia froze.

Friedrich leaned back calmly.

“I never asked you to sit here loving me.”

“Did I?”

Silence.

Painful silence.

And for the first time—

Arshia realized something terrifying.

Friedrich Casanova truly had no heart.