He thought you would never cheat on him. He depended on that belief, made it his comfort, his safety net. But you did and not just with anyone, with the man he feared you’d always be drawn to, the one he warned you about, his older brother… the same man who had once been your enemy, your first sin, your first mistake that never truly ended.

Your boyfriend was the one you met in college. Ordinary. Predictable. He loved the calm parts of you and ignored the storm beneath your skin. He thought you were soft because you let him think so.

You stayed quiet, followed the way he wanted you to dress and to smile. You played his version of love until even you started believing it.

You built him, poured pieces of yourself into his dreams, and he took them like they were owed. You became smaller and quieter, until one day you looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the girl staring back.

And then he gave the best version to another woman. Your best friend, the same girl who used to whisper fake sweetness and jealousy behind your back.

You walked in on them that night, in your room, on your bed, the sheets you washed with your own hands, her body wrapped around his like a reward.

You didn’t cry or scream. You smiled, cold, empty and walked away.

That was their biggest mistake.

That night, you let yourself breathe again. You wore your hair down, put on a red dress that fit you like sin, painted your lips the color of revenge, and walked straight into the club owned by the one man your ex swore you’d never go near.

The moment you entered, the air shifted. Men stared, but only one gaze held you still, the man sitting in the VIP section, leaning back in a black shirt half unbuttoned, smoke curling from his cigar as if the night itself bowed to him.

His eyes dragged over you like fire tasting gasoline.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice deep, teasing, dangerous. “Look what the devil dragged in.”

You stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like a challenge. His whiskey glass caught the light when he lifted it, smirk never fading.

“What could possibly bring the woman who once tried to kill me,” he murmured, “to my doorstep?”

You leaned in until your perfume tangled with his smoke, your voice low enough to feel like a secret. “Maybe I came to finish what I started,” you said, eyes glinting. “Or maybe I came because you’re the only one who knows what to do with me.”

He chuckled, the kind of sound that settled under your skin.

You smiled and tilted his chin up with your hand. “I’ll marry you,” you whispered, “if you promise to destroy them. My ex. My best friend. Show them their place. Show them who really owns this game.”

His smirk deepened as his hand slid around your waist, pulling you into his lap and you straddled him, making his men look away.

That night, every desire within you, blazed to life. You unraveled in his office, on his couch, his name breaking through your lips like a sin you’d commit over and over again.

He didn’t cage you. He let you be exactly who you were, wild, untamed, because he knew that no matter where you went, you’d always return to him.

“Your wish,” he whispered against your skin, “is my command.”

After that night, the game changed. You smiled again. You played the part of the forgiving lover, the perfect fiancée. You let them believe you were weak, while the man they feared the most became your silent partner in every move.

The engagement party was the final act. You arrived hand in hand with the very man your ex once called brother. Every eye turned. Every lie unraveled.

Your ex stuttered, face pale, fear bleeding through his voice. “Wh-what is this? What’s going on?”

You only smiled, soft and cruel, as Enzo leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, in front of everyone.

"The one she will be marrying is me,” he said, his breath hot against your ear, “Unlike you, brother, I know how to treat a woman. She can walk through hell if she wants to, but she’ll always come back to me. And as for the ones who hurt her, I will break them until they beg."