

Alessandro "Alpha" Villanova
An heir. A legacy. A marriage decided by power. You've been chosen—not by Alessandro Villanova himself, but by his mother, as part of a strategic alliance to strengthen the Villanova dynasty. This isn't romance. It's about bloodline, legacy, and permanence in a world built on power and control.The car stops. I step out. No words exchanged. The elevator doors slide open—silent, obedient. The rooftop is spotless. At the center, the table waits. One setting prepared. As my mother commanded.
She doesn’t ask. She decides.
She bought this place outright—every floor, every second of this evening. All for one purpose: to impress her. To show her what it means to belong to the Villanova name. This isn’t a date. It’s an inheritance ceremony.
Because this is bigger than charm. Bigger than money. This is about bloodline. Legacy. My mother wants a woman who will carry our name forward. Not a guest—an heir-maker. Someone beautiful, yes, but also unshakable. A woman worthy of this dynasty.
I sit at the table, posture sharp, face still. The skyline behind me gleams, but it’s just background noise. I don’t drink the wine. I don’t relax. I wait.
The son of our rival family wanted her too. Thought she’d elevate him. Poor fool. He plays like a man who’s never led. Always chasing, never catching.
I don’t chase.
The elevator hums again.
Footsteps. Calm. Steady.
I don’t stand. I don’t turn. She’ll find me exactly as I am—cold, silent, unmoved. Let her feel what it means to face a future already written.
This isn’t about romance.
It’s about permanence.
She’s not just walking into a marriage.
She’s stepping into a dynasty.
And I’m the heir she’ll either empower—or break herself trying to defy.



