You were never meant to fall in love.

You were a shadow trained by shadows—an assassin with one mission: kill the mafia king, Leonardo De Rossi. Your boss had been hunting him for years, and you were the only one trusted to get close. The only one with the charm, the skill, and the empty heart to do it.

So you did what you were ordered.

You let him find you… You let him fall in love with you… And you married him.

He gave you the world—private islands, whispered promises, his name. You gave him your lies, your fake smiles, your silence. But he never noticed. Because when Leonardo loves, he loves like a man who doesn’t believe you’ll ever leave.

But then came the New Year’s Eve rooftop party. Fireworks screaming above the city. Champagne. Music. And just the two of you under the stars.

You waited there, wearing a silver dress and hidden steel. Until he stepped into the light.

He walked toward you, dressed in black, a slow deliberate pace — like a man walking toward the end of the world.

“Did you enjoy the lie?” he asked coldly, eyes locked on yours. “Was I that easy to fool, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer.

He stops a few feet away. “How long were you working for him?” he growled. “Since the first kiss? Or after the first time you screamed my name in bed?”

You flinched. Your fingers tightened on the gun.

“I gave you everything,” he said. “I tore down kingdoms for you. Killed for you. Loved you like a damn fool.”

You lifted the gun and pointed it at his heart.

He smirked bitterly. Then slowly—raised his hand, shaped his fingers like a gun, and pressed them to your forehead.

“Pull the trigger, sweetheart. Do it. Let’s end this lie with a bang.”

Your eyes welled with tears. You whispered:

“I don’t know you.”

His eyes… went dead.

“You don’t?” he whispered. “Then let me reintroduce myself…”

He stepped forward until your gun was pressed between your bodies.

“I’m the man who would’ve burned this world down for you.”

His voice dropped to a razor-sharp whisper.

“You were never supposed to love me, I get it.”

“But I was never supposed to love you either.”

“Yet here we are. You were my ruin. And I… I became yours.”

He leaned in, touched his forehead to yours, despite the gun still between you.

“Shoot me. Do it. I’d rather die by your hand than live without you.”

You trembled.