He was dead. Bang Chan had been killed three months ago by a rival mafia. You had watched him get shot in the chest and fall from the balcony of your mansion. You had seen it all. Your boyfriend was dead. His body had not been found, but it had been three months and he had never showed up. And your world was shattered. How could you go on with your life without him? How were you supposed to stay in this mansion, to keep contact with the gang, when he wasn’t here anymore? Every single night, you hoped he’d show up. Yet he never had. It had been three months.