The scene in the private bar of the luxurious Seoul mansion has taken a chilling turn. In the dimly lit, amber-hued room, Viktor and Anashia are sitting together, laughing. There is no trace of the animosity shown in public; instead, their chemistry suggests they are more than just friends. It is a dark, twisted brotherhood a bond between two men who understand each other's sins perfectly.
Viktor has removed his glasses, placing them on the marble table. His silver hair shimmers under the accent lights as he slides a glass of premium whiskey toward Anashia, a diabolical smirk on his face.
Viktor: "Thirteen years have passed, Anashia. But I haven't forgotten our old pact. You are just as cunning as the day we met."
Anashia takes a long sip and rests a familiar hand on Viktor's shoulder. Their physical proximity and the way they share silent glances reveal a secret depth to their relationship that neither Alia nor Elena could ever imagine.
Anashia: (In an intimate, low voice) "The world thinks we want each other's blood, but they don't realize that you and I are two sides of the same coin. The game we started with Alia... it's finally time to bring it to its grand finale, my friend."
They laugh together a sound that carries the weight of shared atrocities. In this alliance, Alia is merely a pawn in a much larger, more sinister game. Viktor's cold sophistication and Anashia's sheer malice have merged into a singular, terrifying force.
To the outside world, they are rivals. But behind these closed doors, this "Mafia Brotherhood" is writing a new script of bloodshed in the heart of Seoul. It is a partnership more dangerous than any obsession, built on a foundation of shared secrets and a total lack of remorse. The air in the room grew heavy as the laughter subsided into a cold, calculated silence. Anashia leaned in, his expression darkening as he pointed a finger at Viktor.
Anashia: "Forget about those thirteen years. Don't you ever bring that up again. Let that stay buried in the past."
Viktor swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his face a mask of indifference. "Fine. As you wish."
Anashia smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He leaned back, crossing his legs with an air of arrogance. "You know the truth anyway, Viktor. Alia and I... we weren't just 'friends' back then. She was mine first. My ex-girlfriend. You were just the one who put a ring on her."
Viktor didn't flinch. He didn't even look up from his drink. "I know," he replied, his voice a flat, icy monotone.
Anashia chuckled, emboldened by Viktor's lack of reaction. "Then why the drama? What's the harm in sharing a bed once in a while? After all, what's a little 'closeness' between old brothers?"
Viktor finally looked up. A sharp, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he delivered a stinging sarcastic jab.
Viktor: "Oh, I'm sure. But then again, isn't that exactly what you two have been doing since the very beginning? Why act like it's a new request now?"
The jab hit home. Viktor's eyes, cold and sharp behind his silver hair, pierced through Anashia's facade. He wasn't just acknowledging the past; he was mocking Anashia for thinking he could still play a game that Viktor had already mastered. The tension between the two "brothers" was no longer just about power it was a cruel, psychological taunt. Viktor set his glass down and picked up the phone. A cold, calculating glint flashed in his eyes as he dialed the landline in Alia's room. After a few rings, Alia picked up, her voice laced with exhaustion and annoyance.
Alia: (In a heavy voice) "Hello? Who is it? Viktor... what is the meaning of calling this late? What's happened?"
Viktor: (In a calm yet deep tone) "I'm glad to see you're still awake. Nothing has happened, Alia. I just called to remind you of something."
Alia: "Remind me of what? Today has already felt like a curse. What else is left for 'today'?"
Viktor: (Pausing, with that cryptic smirk) "Tonight is a special night. Someone is coming to see you today."
Alia froze for a second, her heart skipping a beat. "Who is coming to see me? Are you starting another one of your games? Elena is already with me, so who else?"
Viktor didn't answer. He simply shot a glance at Anashia and smiled a smile that harbored a terrifying truth.
Viktor: "Just wait, Alia. Keep the door unlocked. Your guest is someone you know very well."
Hanging up the phone, Viktor turned to Anashia and said, "Go, my friend. Your old flame is waiting for you. Tonight belongs to the two of you."
Sitting in her dark room, Alia began to tremble. She didn't know exactly who Viktor was referring to, but her intuition told her in the dead silence of this Seoul night, an old storm was about to knock on her door once again. Inside the luxurious Seoul mansion, the night grew heavy with tension. After Viktor's cryptic phone call, Alia's mind was swirling with an unknown fear. But all her worries faded the moment her youngest daughter, Elena, tip-toed into her room.
Alia was sitting on her bed, having changed out of her heavy red outfit into a light nightdress. The top was a bra-style design that clung to her frame, paired with a short skirt-like bottom. Her long, fair legs were completely bare. In this attire, she looked both regally elegant and profoundly maternal.
Without a word, Elena climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Alia. She laid her head in her mother's lap, finding immediate comfort in Alia's familiar scent. As Alia gently stroked her hair, all of Elena's exhaustion and fear from the day seemed to vanish.
Within minutes, Elena fell into a deep sleep in her mother's lap. Looking down at her daughter's innocent face, tears welled up in Alia's eyes. She had no idea that shortly, a man named Anashia the very devil she feared would be knocking at her door.
The room was filled with the soft hum of the AC and the sound of Elena's steady breathing, creating a poignant scene. Between the bold allure of Alia's nightdress and her pure, protective love for her child, the moment was heartbreakingly beautiful. Alia held her sleeping daughter tighter, as if trying to shield her from the darkness of the mafia world with her very soul. Elena is now 14 years old, yet looking at Alia or Viktor, it's impossible to tell they have a child that age. The typical signs of aging that parents of teenagers display are completely absent in them. This isn't magic; it's a dark scientific reality.
The truth is, Viktor and Alia are not ordinary humans. Their bodies carry a specific DNA code that sets them apart. Years ago, a covert laboratory project induced a unique mutation in their cells.
The reasons behind this lab experiment were:
Biological Stasis: Their cellular regeneration is ten times faster than a normal human's. As a result, their skin and physique remain as youthful as someone in their 20s or 30s for decades.
The Superior Gene: Viktor's white hair isn't a sign of age—it's a side effect of that lab experiment, granting him a unique aesthetic of power and invincibility.
The Legacy: As Elena sleeps in her mother's lap, the glow of that same DNA is visible in her innocent features. She is the unwitting heir to this unbeatable genetic power.
Viktor Petrov and Alia are more than just a Mafia Lord and a beautiful woman; they are "Perfect Creations" of modern science. This is why Viktor is so obsessed with keeping Alia by his side; he knows she isn't just his wife, but a priceless scientific asset and the source of half his strength.
Behind the walls of this Seoul mansion, it isn't just a mafia war unfolding it's the evolution of an unfinished laboratory mystery. The peaceful silence of the room was suddenly shattered. There was a soft but rhythmic knock on the door. With Elena still fast asleep, Alia gently moved her daughter to the center of the bed and pulled her thin net coat over her nightdress.
Right then, a maid opened the door. She didn't know what was waiting inside, but she didn't dare disobey Viktor's orders. As the door swung open, the maid froze in fear at the sight of the man standing there and quickly stepped aside with her head bowed.
Standing at the threshold was none other than Anashia.
He was wearing a black silk shirt, the top buttons undone. A devilish smirk played on his lips, and he held a glass of expensive whiskey. He stepped slowly into the room, and even the cool air of the AC seemed to turn sweltering in his presence.
Alia sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the carpet. The moment she saw Anashia, her entire body surged with rage and disgust. She knew who Viktor was referring to on the phone, but she hadn't imagined Anashia would walk straight into her bedroom.
Alia: (In a low but sharp voice) "How dare you, Anashia! Who gave you the right to enter my room?"
Anashia didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept the room, landing first on the sleeping Elena and then lingering on Alia's bold nightdress. He took a sip of his drink and sat right on the edge of the bed.
Anashia: "Right? Your husband Viktor himself sent me here with the key, Alia. I think he wants us to revisit our old 'memories' tonight."
The maid stood by the door, trembling. She watched as her mistress was once again ensnared in a dangerous web between these two mafia powers. Between Alia's tears and Anashia's predatory gaze, the atmosphere in the room turned toxic in an instant. As Anashia sat right on the edge of Alia's bed, the tension in the room reached its peak. Alia's heart was racing with fear, her only thought on her daughter. At that exact moment, Elena suddenly stirred in her sleep.
Perhaps subconsciously sensing a sinister presence in the room, she shifted slightly, her brow furrowing. Letting out a faint, incoherent mumble, she tightened her grip around her mother's waist. Alia froze; she was terrified that her 14-year-old daughter would wake up in the middle of this vile situation.
Even Anashia paused for a moment as Elena moved. A brief flash of hesitation crossed his devilish eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that same cruel smirk. Alia quickly placed a soothing hand on Elena's back, giving her a reassuring pat. Sensing her mother's familiar touch, Elena settled back down and drifted back into a deep sleep.
Alia: (In a sharp, urgent whisper) "Get out of here! Can't you see the child is sleeping? At least keep her out of the filthy games you and Viktor play!"
Anashia: (In an extremely low voice, leaning even closer to Alia) "Child? She's quite grown up now, Alia. As beautiful as you. And you know well that with Viktor's and my DNA, she is no ordinary girl. but don't worry, tonight my interest is solely focused on you."
Caught between Elena's peaceful breathing and Anashia's predatory heat, Alia felt a sense of dire crisis. She continued to stroke Elena's head, silently praying that she could protect her daughter from Viktor's cruel test and Anashia's malice. In that luxury Seoul bedroom Alia's eyes went still. Hearing Anashia's words, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her mind. She finally understood why Viktor had sent Elena out of the room earlier and why this whole situation was so meticulously staged.
Alia whispered to herself, "Oh, I see... so this is your true face."
She realized that the so-called 'rivalry' between Viktor and Anashia was nothing but a massive deception. The agony she had endured for thirteen years was part of a vile mafia game played by these two friends. Anashia's mention of the DNA made it clear to Alia—Elena wasn't just a child of love, but a living result of that sinister laboratory project.
Alia now understood:
Viktor handing her over to Anashia was a way to prove his loyalty or their old 'brotherhood.'
To Viktor, Alia wasn't a wife but a scientific asset he was willing to share with his friend.
Elena carries the same mutated DNA, meaning these two monsters likely have terrifying plans for her future as well.
Alia sat up straight on the bed. The fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, concentrated hatred. Looking down at Elena, she made a silent, iron-clad vow. If they thought of her as an object, she would become their worst nightmare starting today.
Alia: (In an incredibly calm but lethal voice) "I understand everything now, Anashia. Viktor sent you not just to humiliate me, but to remind me that I am a prisoner in this cage. But remember when a wounded lioness goes quiet, she is preparing to tear her predator apart."
Anashia burst out laughing, but for a split second, looking into Alia's unwavering gaze, a shiver ran down his spine.Alia's voice suddenly changed. The same mother who, moments ago, was afraid of waking her child, now spoke with absolute resolve. She placed a gentle hand on Elena, but her tone carried a commanding maternal strength.
Alia: (In a deep and clear voice) "Elena, wake up. My daughter, Mama is calling you... wake up, darling."
Hearing her mother's call and sensing the unnerving tension in the room, Elena fluttered her eyes open. When she realized her mother was waking her and saw Anashia sitting right on the edge of the bed, her sleep vanished instantly. She scrambled to sit up, her small hands clutching her mother's clothes tightly.
Anashia was taken aback. He hadn't expected Alia to wake her daughter in such a situation. He looked at Elena with a wicked smirk.
Anashia: "Ah, our little princess is awake! Mama didn't pick a very good time to wake you, did she?"
Alia: (Pulling Elena behind her as she held her hand) "Elena, look closely. Look at the true faces of the people who stand before you. From today on, no more sleep, my child. From now on, we must stay awake."
Elena stared at Anashia with wide eyes. She didn't fully understand what was happening, but seeing her mother's fierce expression, she knew their lives were at a major crossroads. By waking Elena, Alia sent a message: she would no longer fight alone; she wanted her child to see the truth of this hell and be prepared.
Alia: (Looking at Anashia) "Now tell me, what is the next plan for you and Viktor? Say it in front of my daughter. Let her know exactly which animal her father intended to hand her mother over to."
The atmosphere in the room was no longer just a private dispute. The awakening of 14-year-old Elena marked a dangerous new turn in this mafia game.