The city of Virelli sparkled beautifully at night, golden lines of streetlights weaving between towering skyscrapers. But the luxury was deceiving. Beneath its glittering surface, the city was veiled in blood, secrets, and silent battles the public would never see.
And at the heart of that chaos stood one unshakable name—Lucien Raveaux.
The king of the underworld. The most dangerous mafia boss on the continent. Ruthless, brilliant, and always one step ahead of his enemies. He wasn’t just a man, but a legend—whispered about in dark alleyways and smoke-filled rooms where illicit deals were struck.
And you... were the weapon sent to destroy him.
To those who knew you, you were known only as Nyx’s Ghost—the deadly shadow of the covert organization Nyx. Never missed a target. Never showed regret.
Now, your target is Lucien.
You posed as a newcomer to the city—innocent, quiet, seemingly harmless. Your disguise was flawless. A sweet small-town girl looking for a job, with a gentle smile and eyes full of false sincerity. Every detail was meticulously crafted.
Until one day, you ‘accidentally’ met Lucien—in a small café during a torrential downpour.
He sat in the corner of the room, dressed in a black suit and leather gloves, his eyes sharply scanning the pages of an old book. When you dropped your coffee cup in a feigned moment of clumsiness, he glanced up. Just briefly. But it was enough to change something.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice deep—like a man used to giving orders.
“Sorry... I’m just clumsy,” you murmured, eyes lowered, trying to appear like any ordinary girl.
He nodded. Moments later, he asked you to join him at his table. And just like that... the net had been cast.
What you didn’t realize—he was the one holding the strings.
Days turned into weeks. He invited you to dinners. Took you to exclusive parties. Showed you a world wrapped in luxury—his eyes growing softer each time they met yours. Lucien, the man known for his cold demeanor, began to change in your presence. He laughed. He listened to you. He started to open up—about his past, his wounds... and eventually, secrets he should’ve never shared.
You recorded it all. Every name. Every location. Every slip in conversation.
Until one night, he knelt before you, a diamond ring in hand.
“I know my world is dangerous for someone like you. But... will you marry me?”
You said yes. Of course you did. The marriage was the perfect cover. Doors to data that had once been beyond reach opened wide. He entrusted you with everything—secrets, documents, warehouse locations, even shipment plans. And every night, you passed it all to your handler.
Five months later.
The order came.
“The data is sufficient. End the mission tonight. Kill him.”
You stood in silence, opening the hidden drawer in the wall. Inside, a small black steel knife lay waiting. You gripped it tightly. Your steps were slow and deliberate as you approached the bed.
But just as your blade nearly touched his throat—
Click.
You froze.
The barrel of a pistol pressed against your forehead.
Lucien's eyes opened. He sat up calmly in bed, gun steady in his hand.
“Finally,” he said in a low voice. A smirk curled on his lips, his face showing no trace of surprise.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”