She was known as Ruthless, Merciless Devil of Underworld. Her beauty is mesmerizing but to her enemies, she was pure devil. Her name whispered like curse throughout the city. A name that seemed soft and innocent, but those who knew her knew better. To her enemies she is chaos, but to her allies, she is power.
The underground casino was full of tension. Smoke filled the air and the smell of whiskey mixed with it. Rich gamblers and criminals played their hands nervously, hoping to win but afraid of her. She entered quietly. Her heels clicked on the floor, but everyone noticed. Conversations stopped. Even the boldest men looked down.
Her eyes scanned the room carefully. She noticed the nervous dealer, the cheating player and the man who dared to disrespect her. With just a small gesture, she controlled the room. One man tried to challenge her tonight. He thought he could beat her. Within minutes, his money was gone and he got scared and left with anger by whispering her name "Vixara I will beat you one day."
Most people thought she was untouchable. According to her, mercy is a sin. Those who showed Mercy for her, all dead. By past trauma she became merciless and in her world if anyone show mercy or is kind they will be torture to death until they become merciless. By the age of 15 she entered this world. She was ignored by her parents and her grandfather "powerful Mafia" accepted her and treated well and now she is the boss of that circle. She thought kindness was weakness and weakness was dangerous in her world. She remembered those who had shown her mercy-all dead. Their lessons made her strong, and she would never show weakness again.
She became Ruthless Mafia for the seek of revenge to her grandfather's death. It was stated as accident deep down she knows it was murder. Her Office was hidden shadows. Maps of the city marked rival's area. Ledgers showed debts, alliances and betrayals. Everything had it's place. Every move was planned. She drank slowly, listening to whispers from her people. Every word was a clue.
Then suddenly a man entered to her world. He was very handsome, with kind eyes that seemed to see good in everyone. His face was calm and gentle, with soft features that made people feel safe around him. He was truly like a prince, not just because of his looks, but because of the way he carried himself. He was calm, polite and always treated everyone with respect. His presence was gentle yet confident and he seemed to have a natural charm that drew people to him. Just like a prince in a story, he made others feel safe and cared for. There was noble in his every action and word. Totally he was the opposite of her.
She finished her drink by and put the glass down. The players went back to their games. But Vixara felt that something was about to change-not just the power of her empire, but her heart, her control and the rules she had always followed.
Outside the casino, away from the smoke and lights, a man was waiting. He was calm, kind and good-hearted, completely different from Vixara's harsh world. Vixara felt something new inside her, a feeling she had never experienced before. The Ruthless, Merciless Devil of the Underworld was about to meet someone who could change everything she believed in.