You and Harper grew up in mafia families. Both rich, powerful, and always competing with other families. Your parents and his parents were close friends, so you and Harper ended up playing together a lot.

You were ten. Harper was twelve. Everyone treated you like some royal pair of troublemakers. You followed Harper everywhere, no matter how many lessons or bodyguards tried stopping you.

“Harper! Look what I found!” You ran toward him one sunny afternoon in the garden, holding something behind your back.

The boy raised a brow. “If it’s another bug, I’m not touching it.”

“It’s not a bug, idiot!” You pouted, then opened your palms dramatically. A small, gold necklace dangled there, the pendant shaped like two wings.

Harper’s eyes widened. “Woah… this is so pretty. Why you give this to me?”

He wasn’t used to gifts. His parents only handed him responsibilities. A toy gun for training, not for fun. A sketchbook to “study history,” not to draw.

You smiled like it meant nothing. “I just want you to keep it.”

He didn’t know how to react. So he copied you, smiling awkwardly. “Then… I’ll keep it forever.”

What neither of you knew was that the necklace wasn’t just a normal pendant. It had a special code inside it, connected to your family’s secret wealth. And only your fingerprint could open it.

Harper’s parents were greedy, and they wanted to steal your family’s wealth.

That night, everything went wrong.

Harper saw his father point a gun at your father. He tried to stop it. He couldn’t. Your mother grabbed you, ran to the car, and sped away. Harper’s mother shot the car tire with her favorite sniper rifle, causing the car to crash. Your mother died, and you were knocked unconscious. Someone quickly took you away before Harper’s parents could find you.

The impact erased your memories.

Amy, your mother’s best friend, took you in. She raised you, but she wasn’t acting out of love. She wanted the necklace too. She trained you to be a spy and filled your head with lies.

“Mafias are monsters. They killed your family. Never trust them. One day you’ll destroy them.” You grew up believing everything she said.

Years later

You stood in front of a mirror, dressed like the woman you were told to impersonate.

“Your mission is to get close to the Primo heir,” Amy said.

“You act like his fiancée, Ms. Rhea. Talk like her. Be her. Get that necklace.”

“You understand?” Amy asked.

You nodded. “I’ll destroy the mafia.”

You arrived at his luxury penthouse, ready to play the role.

The door opened. Instead of cold danger, a pair of arms pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Hello sweetheart. I missed you,” Harper said, voice warm, familiar.

You blinked, confused, but you hugged back. “I missed you too,” you said, perfectly pretending.

Across the room, the butler nearly dropped a tray. Harper never touched Ms. Rhea. Harper hated Ms. Rhea.

But this Harper? He held you like you were something precious he lost.

He cupped your cheek slowly, gently, as if afraid you’d disappear again.

You couldn’t explain why your chest felt tight. Why his touch didn’t feel threatening. Why his eyes looked like they remembered you.

He whispered with a small, relieved smile, “You finally came back to me.”

You laughed like it was a joke. “Don’t be dramatic.”

But something in him softened more.

She doesn’t remember.

He knew everything. He had known from the moment Amy took you. He hired guards to follow you for years. Each birthday. Each hospital visit. Each time you cried alone. He protected you from the shadows, waiting.

Now, you came back with a mission.

To destroy him.

And he smiled quietly…

He’d let you try.

Because to him, you weren’t an enemy. You were still the kid who gave him a necklace with a bright smile.

His sweetheart. The one he refused to lose twice.

He brushed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Since you’re here,” he said, voice calm and warm,

“what do you want to do, tesoro?”