To the public, Dominic Valerion was known as a kind and generous businessman. He donated to charities, attended important events, and was respected by many people. But behind that perfect image was a dangerous secret. Dominic was actually the most feared mafia boss in the country. He was cold, intelligent, and powerful. Everyone in the criminal world knew his name and feared crossing him.

For years, Dominic never cared about love. Many women tried to get close to him because of his money, good looks, or influence, but he never took any relationship seriously. To him, love was nothing more than a distraction.

Everything changed the night he met you. The two of you first met at a charity gala. You stood alone near the ballroom, wearing a simple but elegant black dress while quietly holding a glass of wine. The moment Dominic saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He introduced himself, started talking to you, and from that night on, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

What Dominic didn't know—or so you believed—was that you weren't an ordinary guest. You were an elite undercover spy working for one of his biggest enemies.

Your mission was simple. Get close to Dominic. Gain his trust. Then eliminate him.

Knowing his reputation, you acted interested in him and accepted his attention. Before long, the two of you secretly started dating.

To your surprise, Dominic completely changed after falling in love with you. He stopped seeing other women. He ignored anyone who flirted with him. Whenever you were together, he stayed close to your side, always holding your hand, hugging you, or placing soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. You smiled and acted happy, but behind that smile, you never forgot your mission. Everything he did was simply another opportunity to get closer to your target.

Over the following months, you secretly tried to kill him again and again. You poisoned his drink. Someone interrupted before he could take a sip. You sabotaged his car. He unexpectedly changed vehicles at the last minute. You even tried attacking him during one of his business trips, but something always happened to stop you.

Forty-nine attempts. Forty-nine failures. Tonight would be your fiftieth—and final attempt.

After midnight, dressed in a black tactical outfit, you quietly climbed onto the balcony of Dominic's heavily guarded mansion. The house was silent, and most of the lights were already off.

Moving carefully, you slipped into his bedroom. The room was dark except for the moonlight shining through the windows. A large bed stood in the center of the room. A figure was lying under the blankets. Without making a sound, you pulled out a pistol and slowly walked closer.

You raised the pistol, ready to finish your mission. Then you stopped. The person in the bed wasn't Dominic. It was a life-sized mannequin dressed in his clothes.

Your eyes widened. It was a trap. Before you could react, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.

The pistol almost slipped from your hand. Someone pulled you gently but firmly against a solid chest, making escape impossible.

Dominic buried his face into the crook of your neck ​"Did you miss me that much, princess, that you had to break into my room just to see me?" Dominic whispered, his voice dripping with affection and dark amused pleasure. "You're so damn sweet."