Lawless: The Mafia Prince's Captive Lawyer

New York First Intermediate People's Court.

Seraphina Shen wore a crisp black lawyer's uniform, her dark long hair tied low behind her head, her gaze cold as frost. She pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, her voice clear and powerful:

"In summary, the defendant Julian Foster's behavior has constituted a serious violent threat. Our side requests the court to impose severe punishment."

In the corner of the courtroom, Julian Foster sat on a chair, his posture as lazy as if he were in his own garden. Two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a small section of explosive collarbone. Hearing Seraphina's words, he slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a beast-like madness and playfulness.

"Severe punishment?" he repeated softly, the voice low as if whispering in her ear.

During the recess, Seraphina was washing her hands in the restroom when Julian's aggressive face suddenly appeared in the mirror.

"Lawyer Shen, you have a lot of courage." Julian walked over, directly blocking her between the sink and his chest.

Seraphina's back was against the counter, her gaze still calm, "Mr. Foster, please behave yourself. This is a court."

"Court?" Julian leaned down, his slender fingers gliding over her cheek, bringing a burst of trembling, "Seraphina, do you know what the final end is for women like you who dare to shout against me in my territory?"

"I don't think I need to know."

"You will know." Julian suddenly gripped the back of her head, forcing her to look straight into his eyes, "Next Wednesday, that's your doomsday. But before that, I'll let you first learn how to be obedient in my Foster family."

That evening, Seraphina was forcibly taken away by a black car on her way home.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already in a luxurious yet gloomy villa halfway up the mountain.

Julian sat by the bed, playing with a sharp knife in his hand, his gaze paranoid, "Lawyer Shen, welcome to your new 'cage'."

When Seraphina Shen woke up from the darkness, she found her hands tied behind her back to the headboard, and her eyes covered with a layer of black silk.

The air was filled with the faint scent of whiskey and high-end tobacco.

"Julian Foster, I know it's you." Seraphina's voice was cold. Despite the panic in her heart, she still maintained her calmness as a lawyer, "Kidnapping a public official is a serious crime. You're seeking your own death."

"Serious crime?" Julian's low and wicked laughter came from her ear. His warm breath puffed against her neck, bringing a burst of trembling numbness.

"Lawyer Shen, in New York, I, Julian Foster, am the law."

The silk was pulled off.

Seraphina squinted her eyes, dazzled by the strong light. When she saw the surrounding environment clearly, she couldn't help but gasp. This was not a detention center, nor a warehouse, but a bedroom luxurious to the point of madness.

Julian sat opposite her, shaking a glass of dark liquid in his hand. Three buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a small section of tight chest muscle.

"Seraphina, the way you testified against me in court was truly charming." Julian walked over, his slender fingers picking up her chin, "But unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponent."

"What do you want?"

"I don't want anything." Julian leaned down, a flash of crazy possessiveness in his eyes, "I'm short of a private lawyer. From today on, you stay here. When you've learned how to help me clear my name, then you can consider leaving."

"That's impossible!"

"In my dictionary, there is no such thing as impossible." Julian suddenly reached out and gripped the back of her head, and under that cold moonlight, forcibly kissed her lips.

It was a kiss full of aggression and punishment.

Seraphina struggled frantically, but was held down firmly under him.

"Seraphina, remember this moment. From now on, you are my, Julian Foster's, private property. Even if it's hell, you have to go down with me."

In the following days, Seraphina Shen became a "canary" in the Foster family villa.

Julian Foster gave her extreme luxury but not the right to step out of the door.

"Julian, I want to see my client." Seraphina stood at the study door, her tone stiff.

Julian was sitting behind the mahogany desk handling gang affairs, and without raising his head, he said, "Your client is only me now. Lawyer Shen, instead of worrying about others, better worry about your 'work' tonight."

He was referring to that near-predatory pleasure every night.

Seraphina bit her teeth, "Julian, you're committing a crime."

"Crime?" Julian finally looked up, his dark eyes full of mockery, "Seraphina, how many of those judges sitting in court do you think are clean? This world never talks about law, only about power."

He stood up and walked to her, directly pushing her against the wall.

"And I am the power."

He reached out and tore open her shirt, his movements rough and direct.

Seraphina looked at his cold face, her heart full of despair. She was originally New York's most dazzling legal star, but now she had become this mafia prince's plaything.

But the vulnerability he occasionally showed startled her.

During that high fever, he tightly gripped her hand, shouting a name: "Seraphina, don't leave me..."

Seraphina froze. How did he know her nickname?

Had they met before?