Father — Dante Rossi Rank: Enigma Role: Former Mafia Head / Retired Strategic Leader Personality: Ruthless, intelligent, controlling Dante Rossi is the former head of the Rossi empire. Even in retirement, his influence still shapes decisions inside the family. He values power above everything and sees emotions as weakness—but he understands strategy better than anyone.

Mother — Isabella Rossi Rank: Alpha Role: Former Political Power Figure / High Society Influencer Personality: Elegant, strict, emotionally controlled Isabella Rossi comes from a powerful Alpha lineage and married into the Rossi empire through political alliance. She is composed, intelligent, and socially respected. However, emotionally, she remains distant from all her children. To her, Asher was never rejected openly—but never prioritized either.

Rossi Family (Age Order) 1. Leonardo Rossi — Age 32 Rank: Enigma Role: Head of Rossi Mafia & Family Business Empire Personality: Cold, calculating, feared by everyone The eldest and current head of the Rossi family Controls illegal networks and legal businesses together Rarely shows emotion Believes weakness destroys powerful families His approval means everything in the house 2. Matteo Rossi — Age 30 Rank: Alpha Role: Surgeon / Underground Family Doctor Personality: Intelligent, strict, emotionally distant Famous neurosurgeon in public Secretly treats injured mafia members Values logic over feelings Often acted indifferent toward Asher growing up 3. Damiano Rossi — Age 28 Rank: Enigma Role: Weapons Dealer & Security Chief Personality: Violent, possessive, unpredictable Second Enigma in the family Handles weapons, private armies, and protection Known for terrifying anger issues Extremely dangerous when protective or obsessed 4. Vincent Rossi — Age 27 Rank: Alpha Role: Financial Strategist / Money Laundering Operations Personality: Calm, manipulative, elegant Handles international accounts and hidden transactions Appears gentleman-like but is ruthless underneath Speaks politely even while threatening people 5. Luca Rossi — Age 25 Rank: Alpha Role: Public Face of Rossi Companies / Model & Social Figure Personality: Charming, flirtatious, clever Maintains the family’s public image Popular with media and elites Hides sharp intelligence behind a playful personality 6. Riccardo Rossi — Age 23 Rank: Alpha Role: Hacker & Information Broker Personality: Quiet, observant, antisocial Controls surveillance and digital intelligence Knows almost every secret in the family Talks little but notices everything Often stayed neutral in family conflicts 7. Alexander Rossi — Age 18 Rank: Alpha Role: Heir Candidate / Combat Training Personality: Proud, possessive, emotionally conflicted Asher’s twin brother Raised to become one of the future heirs Struggles between family expectations and hidden attachment to Asher Their bond can become important later in the story 8. Asher Rossi — Age 18 Rank: Rare Omega Role: Youngest Twin / Outcast of the Rossi Family Personality: Sensitive but strong-willed, lonely, quietly rebellious Only omega born in an Alpha-Enigma bloodline Treated as unwanted and weak by most family members Left home after years of emotional neglect Lost his memories after an accident in Italy His existence later becomes important to the entire family’s fate

Leonardo Rossi’s Wife — Elena Moretti Rossi Age: 30 Rank: Alpha (High-bloodline noble family) Role: Lady of Rossi Household / High Society Diplomat Personality: Elegant, intelligent, emotionally controlled, observant

Leonardo Rossi’s Son — Adrian Rossi Age: 1.5 years Rank: Enigma (Rare inheritance) Role: Future Heir Candidate (Bloodline Symbol) A rare Enigma child born with extremely dominant genetics despite his age.

Matteo Rossi’s Wife — Dr. Sofia Bellini Rossi Age: 29 Rank: Beta Role: Senior Hospital Administrator / Medical Ethics Specialist Personality: Calm, practical, compassionate, intelligent

Damiano Rossi’s Wife — Valeria Romano Rossi Age: 27 Rank: Omega (Rare, controlled environment upbringing) Role: Security Systems Analyst / Behavioral Strategist Personality: Calm on surface, intelligent, emotionally guarded, observant

PROLOGUE Rossi: The Omega Heir The Rossi family was not built—it was forged. In a world where power decided everything, the Rossis ruled like a law of nature. Alphas led, Enigmas controlled, and obedience kept the empire alive. Their name was spoken in boardrooms with respect and in underground circles with fear. Perfection was expected. Weakness was erased. So when Asher Rossi was born into that bloodline, nothing about him fit. An omega. In a house of dominance. He was not welcomed with hatred. That would have been easier to survive. Instead, he was treated like something irrelevant—present, but never important enough to matter. Conversations flowed over him. Decisions were made without him. Even silence in the mansion felt like it belonged more to the walls than to him. He grew up learning a cruel truth without anyone ever saying it aloud: He was part of the family… but never part of its world. His twin brother stood only a breath away from him, yet somehow always further. His brothers moved like a storm through the mansion—each one powerful, each one consumed by their own world—while Asher learned to shrink himself into the spaces they left behind. No one noticed when he stopped speaking at dinner. No one asked when he stopped staying in common rooms. And no one realized when hope slowly turned into exhaustion. Until one night, something inside him stopped waiting. Eighteen years of being unseen became heavier than fear. So Asher Rossi left. Not with anger. Not with revenge. Just silence. The mansion did not stop him. The guards did not question him. The family did not wake up in time to realize what absence sounded like. Because in their world, he had always been quiet enough to forget. But the world outside the Rossi estate was not kind either. On a rain-soaked street in Italy, fate collided with the boy who had finally chosen himself. Steel, speed, and silence turned into impact—and in a single moment, everything he was disappeared. His name. His past. His pain. And far away, across oceans and empires, the Rossi family continued living as if nothing had changed. Until they looked around the table one day… and finally understood what it meant to lose someone they never truly saw. But by then, it was already too late. Because Asher Rossi was no longer theirs to find.

Asher Pov

Italy… was that nobody noticed him. Not even the rain tried to stop for him. He stood outside the airport exit, soaked hoodie clinging to his skin, fingers wrapped tightly around a worn backpack. Inside it was everything he owned. A broken phone. A few documents. A name written on a card. ASHER. He stared at it again. Like if he looked long enough, it might turn into something else. But it didn’t. It never did. He didn’t know who wrote it there. Or why the name felt heavy in his chest. All he knew was— he woke up in a hospital days ago with no past, no identity, and no one coming to claim him. Silence had been his only answer since. An announcement echoed behind him from inside the airport. People rushed past him, dragging suitcases through the rain while laughter and conversations filled the air. Everyone had somewhere to go. Everyone belonged somewhere. Asher stayed still. Watching. Lost.

His voice barely carried. No one heard him. Of course they didn’t. He tightened his grip on the backpack and started walking. At first slowly. Then faster. Not because he had a destination… but because standing still made him feel like he didn’t exist at all. The streets of Milan were alive despite the storm. Cars sped through wet roads. Umbrellas opened like dark flowers beneath city lights. Strangers brushed past him without a glance. And Asher— was just another shadow among them. Cold rain slipped down the side of his face as he crossed another street absentmindedly. Then— A horn. Sharp. Loud. Too close. Asher turned slightly. White headlights exploded into his vision. For half a second, everything froze. That half second destroyed everything.

Rainwater mixed with blood beneath him. Asher tried to move his fingers. They barely twitched. His breathing came out uneven. Broken.

Thank you

Doctor’s POV

Beep… beep… beep… The sound was steady. Too steady. Like the world outside this hospital room didn’t care what had happened to the boy lying inside it. Dr. Romano adjusted his gloves before looking at the patient again. Young. Maybe eighteen. Severe trauma from a road accident. But the injuries weren’t what unsettled him. It was the emptiness in the boy’s eyes when he woke up. No panic. No fear. Just… nothing. The boy blinked slowly beneath the dim hospital lights. His lashes were still damp with exhaustion, pale skin bruised from impact.

His voice sounded fragile. Almost unfamiliar to himself. Dr. Romano stepped closer carefully.

A pause followed. Most patients reacted immediately. Shock. Questions. Panic. This boy only stared quietly at the ceiling as if trying to understand the meaning of words themselves.

Silence settled heavily inside the room. Dr. Romano had treated memory loss before. But this felt different. Not forgotten memories. More like memories had never existed at all. The doctor picked up the damaged backpack resting beside the bed. Recovered from the accident scene. Wet. Torn. Half-burned near the zipper.

The boy’s eyes shifted toward the bag. No recognition appeared. Only curiosity. Dr. Romano opened it carefully. Inside were only a few things. A broken phone. Some clothes. A wallet with unusable identification. And a small folded card. The doctor paused slightly before unfolding it. Then he looked back at the boy.

For the first time, something flickered in the boy’s expression. A name. Something solid. Something real inside the fog consuming his mind. The doctor turned the card slowly. ASHER The room became strangely quiet. The boy stared at the word for a long moment. Like he was waiting for it to awaken something inside him. But nothing came. No memories. No warmth. No past.

The name rolled off his tongue naturally. Yet it still sounded unfamiliar. Like it belonged to someone else. Dr. Romano watched him carefully.

The boy nodded slowly. Not because he understood. But because he had nothing else to hold onto. Outside the hospital window, rain continued falling over Milan. Cold. Restless. Unforgiving. And somewhere across the ocean— the Rossi family was only beginning to realize something was missing.