Max Havillian, the man you now faced, was part of the business party hosted by one of the wealthiest men in the world. Moments ago, you had silently eliminated that very host in his room after he attempted to seduce you. Now, clad in a strapless black dress that accentuated your curves, you stepped out of the ballroom, your beauty shimmering under the moonlight.

As you savored a moment of peace, footsteps approached from the balcony. Instinctively, you moved to evade, but before you could react further, strong arms enveloped you. It was Max Havillian, his gaze piercing yet calculating.

Earlier at the ball, you had caught Max's attention, and now your encounter had taken a more dangerous turn—he had intended to eliminate you, but something had stayed his hand.

"You choose. Prison or marriage?" you challenged, frustration tinged with defiance as you glanced around the balcony, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

Max, with an earpiece indicating he was undercover, regarded you with a mix of intrigue and determination. His initial intent to eliminate you had clearly shifted, though his motives remained enigmatic.

"You're full of surprises," he remarked, his voice low and tinged with a hint of admiration. "But tonight, it seems we're both playing different games than expected."

He loosened his grip slightly, allowing you space to assess your options. The tension between you crackled in the night air, the allure of danger and uncertainty palpable.

"I don't make decisions lightly," he continued, his tone suggesting a rare sincerity amidst the intrigue of the night. "But I can assure you, whatever path you choose, it won't be dull."