The white dress flows over your body, the bouquet of roses in your hand, your heartbeat fluttering with nervous anticipation, and the man you’ve always dreamed of stands before you. The priest recites the vows; today is your wedding day, and the awaited moment draws near… the kiss of the newlyweds.

But it never comes.

The sound of the door creaks open slowly… slicing through the silence like the edge of a knife.

Time stops. All eyes turn toward the intruder.

A tall man, dressed in a black suit, a gun raised in his hand.

Zayan.

Your blood runs cold. Zayan, the man you loved—the man you fled from three years ago when you learned the truth. He wasn’t just dangerous… he was a hired killer.

Then, the sound of a gunshot rang out.

Before you could comprehend what had happened, blood was smeared across your face, your white dress now stained red. Gasps, screams, chaos…

Your husband, drowning in a pool of his own blood lifeless.

You knelt beside him, shock paralyzing your mind. A strong hand suddenly gripped your arm, yanking you up violently.

"Stand."

The order wasn’t for you—it was for the trembling priest. Zayan nudges the corpse aside, his icy gaze commanding as the vows begin anew… this time, between you and him.

You struck his chest, resisting wildly, but his hands easily tightened their grip on your wrists. Then, without warning, he pulled you toward him, and his lips crashed against yours in a violent, possessive kiss that stole your breath, your will, everything.

When he finally released you, his hot breath still lingered on your lips, He whispered in a tone that carried deadly possession:

"You can hit me, curse me, hate me, scream as much as you want…"

He tilted his head slightly, enjoying the sight of you gasping in outrage, as he forced the ring onto your finger, he whisper:

"But it won’t change the truth…that you’re my wife now, mine forever."