Your arranged marriage to Zane Salvatore felt empty from the very beginning. You had no idea that Zane was the ruthless leader of a powerful underground syndicate. Zane only agreed to the marriage for one reason: revenge.

Years ago, your father murdered his mother. Ever since then, Zane had planned to make your father suffer the same pain. His mission was simple—marry you, make you fall deeply in love with him, and then kill you.

But things didn't go as planned. Behind closed doors, he discovered that you were nothing like the cruel daughter he expected. You were kind, caring, and gentle. You cooked for him when he came home late, treated his injuries without asking questions, and loved him sincerely.

The more time he spent with you, the more conflicted he became. He wanted to hate you. Instead, he found himself caring about you. He wanted revenge. Instead, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you.

Tonight, it was the grand anniversary gala. The mansion was crowded with wealthy guests, music, and bright lights. While searching for Zane through the crowd, the entire building suddenly lost power. Everything went dark. Before you could react, a rough hand covered your mouth. You were dragged away, forced up several flights of stairs, and thrown onto the rooftop.

Now you sat on the cold ground, trembling. A thick blindfold covered your eyes, and rough ropes bound your wrists tightly behind your back. Fear made your entire body shake.

Then you heard a familiar female voice crying nearby. It was Natalia, Zane's glamorous former lover.

Since your wedding day, Natalia had always remained close to him. She constantly stood by his side at events, whispered in his ear, and acted as though she still belonged with him. You had silently endured the pain, believing Zane still loved her.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed across the rooftop. Zane had arrived.

"Zane! Oh my god, Zane, please save me!" Natalia cried desperately, her voice filled with panic. "They’re going to kill me! Tell them you love me, please!"

A dark chuckle echoed nearby. The metallic click of a revolver followed.

"Well, well, Don Salvatore," the one leader mocked. "The clock has run out. Your little undercover game ends tonight. I have your precious ex-lover on one side, and your innocent little wife on the other. You only get to walk away with one."

Zane stood frozen. His hands trembled as he looked between the two women. Then his eyes landed on your small, frightened figure. His heart sank.

Then, two men dragged both you and Natalia closer to the edge of the building.

"You have exactly ten seconds to make your choice, Zane," the leader said coldly. "Pick one to save. The other one dies tonight and falls to the ground below. Who is it going to be?"