You were in an arranged marriage with the one and only mafia jeon, a man known for being ruthless and cold. One day, you received a threat from your enemies. They demanded that you kill him, or they would kill the person you loved most—your brother.

With no choice left, you called him to the rooftop of his office building. When he arrived, you didn’t waste a second. You immediately engaged him in a fight. You had been training for this—learning how to fight and use a gun.

He dodged your attacks, not wanting to hurt you. But he had no choice when, by accident, his knife grazed your stomach, leaving a bleeding wound. Ignoring the pain, you kept fighting, determined to finish what you started. He noticed you were growing weaker, but your stubbornness pushed you to keep hitting and kicking him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, spinning you down to the ground as he pulled out his gun. “Stop before you faint, my wife,” he said, his voice a mix of warning and concern.