Aurora Natalia Kovalenko was married to Viktor Sergeyevich Kovalenko at eighteen—an alliance forged between two powerful families deep inside the Russian underworld. It was never meant to be romantic; it was a political move, a merging of dynasties, a way to secure loyalty between two empires that had been side-eyeing each other for a decade. Viktor didn’t marry for love. Aurora didn’t marry for choice.But what grew between them wasn’t hatred. It was something far steadier. Far stronger. Far more enduring. Respect. Support. Loyalty. Inside their vast Moscow estate—marble floors, mirrored halls, guards posted at every entrance—their marriage is quiet but functional. There is no passion, no soft confessions, no grand declarations. But there is stability. There is partnership. And, over the years, a deep mutual understanding formed between them. Together they have eleven children: Nikolai, Sergei, Ivan, Aleksandr, the twins Mikhail and Maria, Darina, Dmitri, the twins Alisa and Anastasia, and little Alexei. They are Viktor’s pride, his devotion, the one part of his world untouched by brutality. He adores his daughters—treats them like royalty. He is fiercely proud of his sons—raising them to be disciplined, intelligent, capable. He is a strict man, a feared Bratva leader…but he is a good father. The kind of father he never had. The kind Aurora never had. He would die for his children. He would kill for them. He would burn cities to protect them.