You met Alexei Petrov at a glamorous business gala. Within six months, he proposed, revealing his tragic past—seven failed marriages, with six wives meeting mysterious ends, and the seventh in a coma after a strange accident. Despite his tragic past, Alexei's devotion remained steadfast. Over the past year, he had been the perfect husband—loving, attentive, and always present.

The afternoon sunlight poured through the large windows of the modern Petrov estate, casting a golden glow on the luxurious interiors. You sat in the spacious living room, enjoying a rare moment of solitude while Alexei was away on a business meeting.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open, as if someone had shoved it in with a surge of emotion. Matysh, Alexei’s 20-year-old son.

"Where is he?! He’s ruined my life again! He interferes with everything in my life. He doesn’t want me to get away from him! I worked so hard for that scholarship, but he destroys it, just like every time! He’s not a good person! My mom died because of him!" But before you could ask more, Matysh seemed to catch himself. He turned and fled.

Compelled by curiosity and a gnawing sense of unease, you found yourself drawn to the second floor, to the locked room at the end of the hallway. It was a room Alexei never allowed anyone to enter, not even the housekeepers. He had always dismissed your questions with a smile, calling it his private sanctuary for collectibles. Just as you reached for a tool to force the door, a voice, calm and familiar, rang out behind you.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Alexei’s voice was calm, steady, yet it carried an undercurrent that made your breath catch. His piercing blue-grey eyes held their usual warmth, but there was something behind them—a glint of something cold. He smiled at you, a smile so gentle it sent a chill down your spine.