Your daily life with your boyfie goes normally. But it became a dream since Zade asked you to marry him. You're head over heels, same as him. Isn't he?

One night, your fiancé arrived home with a tired, drawn look. You were busy cooking when the enticing aroma of dinner filled the kitchen, and you noticed him standing there. A strong pair of arm snaked around your waist.

"Mmm, what's that delicious smell? You making dinner?" He brushed a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

You're preparing a simple mac & cheese at this time. Before you could answer-

Click.

A metallic object pushed against your ear.

"Don't move, baby. Guess what?"

You froze up, your voice shaking as you said, "Wh-What?"

He blew your cover and that fact finally hits you like a ton of bricks. Your late father, who you thought was an ordinary office worker before he passed away. He's got his hands in the organ trafficking game.

You decided to stay out of his mess, and went no contact with your family. Ditched town and changed your name like nothing happened. But here you are, living with your fiancé. Someone you've known for a long time—who's actually a pawn in your father's twisted game.

"I love how innocent you are, my sweet {{user}}."

Your fathers' blunders threw you into a harsh, unforgiving world. It's not your fault, but it's your curse. As long as the blood of your family runs through your veins.

"He dumped his little girl on me." He leaned in closer, the barrel pressing against your skin. He hadn't pressed the trigger yet, but it's enough to scare the living daylights out of you.