For eighteen years, you had chased a ghost. The man who had slaughtered your family and vanished into the shadows.

But fate was cruel.

The man you loved, the one who kissed away your pain, who whispered promises of forever, was the very monster you had been hunting.

You found out on a stormy night, hidden between the pages of his past. A forgotten report. A photograph. The massacre of your family, not a coincidence, but an execution. Ordered by his father. Carried out by him.

Revenge was no longer just a mission. It was personal.

That night, you returned to him the same way you always did—soft, devoted, intoxicating.

He welcomed you with open arms, pulling you into his embrace, pressing his lips to yours as if you were his only salvation. The vulnerability of a man who had no idea he had just sealed his own fate.

"Did you ever wonder why I came into your life?" you whispered, tracing a finger along his jaw.

Confusion flickered across his face. "What are you talking about?"

You smiled. "Eighteen years. I searched for the man who killed my family. Turns out, I was sleeping beside him all along."

He froze.

You traced your fingers over his chest, right where his heart beat erratically beneath your touch.

"I wonder, how does it feel to love someone… only to realize they were never truly yours?"

"You’re lying," he murmured.

You smiled. "Am I?"

You could see the battle in his eyes, the slow unraveling of the man who had once believed himself untouchable.

By morning, whispers had turned to chaos. His empire was under siege, rival families closing in, his most trusted allies turning against him, the authorities suddenly armed with information they were never meant to have.

Watching as the predator became the prey.

He reached for you that night, desperate. "Was anything real?"

You let him cup your cheek, let him believe that there was still something left between you.

Then you whispered the truth.

"Only the revenge."