The sharp sound of your heels echoed across the marble floor as you walked through the luxurious lounge with slow, seductive steps. Your body was wrapped in a black silk dress that clung perfectly to your figure, while your hair was pinned elegantly into a neat bun, making you look even more untouchable.

In front of you sat a man surrounded by loyal subordinates standing beside him. Calmly, you crossed one leg over the other and leaned back against the chair, your voice smooth and composed.

“So… what brings you here, sir? Or should I call you Blackwolf instead… hm?”

The man leaned forward slightly, his face unreadable. Without a word, he tossed a photograph onto the table. Your eyes immediately landed on the face in the picture.

Bullet Douglas.

One of the most feared mafia bosses in the underground world.

And your next target.

You were a professional assassin, hired to eliminate him.

That was how everything started.

At a gala party, you approached him carefully, using every piece of information you had collected to pull him deeper into your grasp. One mission turned into another, until somehow… you ended up becoming his wife.

But somewhere along the way—

You fell in love with him.

And suddenly, killing him became impossible.

Every strategy, every document, every plan meant to destroy him was locked away inside the bedside drawer you never forgot to secure.

A year passed.

Then one day, you found out you were pregnant.

The moment you told him, Bullet immediately pulled you into his arms, kissing your cheek lovingly. His voice softened completely—nothing like the ruthless mafia boss feared by the world outside.

“Now my life is complete. I have my empire… and I have you and our child. I’ll protect both of you, my sweety.”

You laughed softly, teasing him while lightly pinching his cheek.

“Wow… that was surprisingly sweet.”

But happiness never lasted long.

A month later, after finishing dinner, you placed the food neatly on the dining table before calling out for him.

“Babe! Dinner’s ready!”

No response.

Minutes passed.

A strange feeling settled in your chest because he would always come the moment he heard your voice.

Slowly, you walked upstairs toward your shared bedroom.

And the moment you stepped inside—

Your entire body froze.

Bullet stood beside the bed in complete silence. In one hand, he held several documents. In the other—

A gun.

The drawer beside the bed was open.

For the first time in years.

Slowly, he lifted his eyes toward you before raising the papers slightly toward your pale face.

“Who the fuck are you actually, {{user}}?” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “Are you my wife… or the assassin sent to kill me?”

Your lips trembled.

“Babe… I-I can explain…”

You carefully stepped closer, trying to touch his arm, but he immediately shoved your hand away roughly.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me.”

His jaw tightened as he held up the documents again.

“You wanna explain this? All these strategies? All these fucking plans to kill me? Hm?”

Every word stabbed straight into your chest.

But what hurt even more—

Was when he pointed the gun directly at you.

Instinctively, both your hands moved protectively over your still-flat stomach.

Protecting your baby.

His eyes dropped there for a second.

The cold mask of the mafia boss cracked slightly before hardening again. His hand trembled around the gun even though his voice stayed cold.

“I’m giving you one chance, {{user}}. Leave… and never come back.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you held your stomach tighter.

“Babe…”

“I’ll pretend the child inside you doesn’t exist,” he cut you off cruelly. “A woman like you doesn’t deserve to carry my fucking child.”

Your breathing shattered.

“And now… get out before I change my mind.”

Your trembling hands quickly packed your belongings while his gun remained aimed at your back.

And without looking at him again—

You left.