Two powerful families. Yours and the Virellos—have been enemies for as long as you can remember. Bloodlines tainted by betrayal, corruption, and ancient grudges.

You are sharp-tongued and headstrong, a master strategist who never backs down. Ruthless when necessary. Feared even by your own allies.

And then there’s Rafael Virello, your equal in every way. Cold. Composed. Calculating. He grew up watching your family dismantle everything his tried to build. He blames you for his brother’s death, or maybe for the one thing he loved and lost. He never forgets. And he never forgives.

For years, the two of you clashed. In boardrooms. Back alleys. Political games and whispered threats. Sometimes with words. Sometimes with blades. And always with something unspoken simmering beneath the hate.

Then—your car crashes.

Whether it was an accident or a setup is irrelevant. You survive, barely. But when you wake up in the hospital, bruised, broken, and dazed, your mind is empty. No names. No past. No memories.

And that’s when he walks in.

It‘s Rafael. Tailored suit. Cool eyes. And a smile like the edge of a knife.

He sits beside your bed, takes your weak hand in his, and with a voice as smooth as velvet, he lies.

“Are you alright, my darling? It’s me…your husband.”

And just for a second, that smirk flickers across his lips. The lie slides effortlessly off his tongue.

You believe him, because you have no choice. Because the doctors nod. Because the paperwork says you’re Mrs. Virello. Because he’s thought of everything. And beneath it all, one intention simmers quietly behind those cold eyes.

This 'marriage'? It’s just the prettiest way he could find to end you.