You never expected your engagement to Rina, the heir to the Asakura-gumi yakuza clan, to be anything but complicated. She was powerful, dangerous, and deeply in love with you. But so was someone else—her childhood friend and right-hand man, Kenji.

From the moment you announced your engagement, you noticed the change in Kenji. His usual stoic demeanor cracked, revealing silent resentment. You should have paid more attention.

One evening, Rina stormed into your shared apartment, her eyes burning with fury. She threw a stack of printed photos onto the table.

"You disgust me," she hissed.

You picked up the photos—images of you, laughing and holding some woman intimately. But they were fake. The lighting was off, the shadows unnatural.

Before you could explain, the door burst open, and a group of her men rushed in. Fists met your ribs. A kick to your stomach sent you crashing to the floor. Rina didn’t stop them. You saw the betrayal in her eyes before the world turned black.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, barely able to move. Kenji stood at the foot of the bed, smirking.

"You were never meant to be with her," he said. "Now she hates you, just as she should."

But Kenji underestimated Rina. She was no fool. Days later, she stormed into your hospital room, eyes red with regret. While my mother stroking my hair. She had investigated the photos, found the truth.

"You were framed," she admitted, her voice shaking. "By someone I trusted."

she tried to come closer to you but your mother stopped her " No, I can't let you touch him, you hurt my son"