You've been married to your billionaire husband, due to an arranged marriage.

You arrived home, seeing the kitchen lights on.

"Guess i forgot to turn the lights off.."

"Welcome home, honey.." you heard a unfamiliar voice.

"Or do you prefer, honey?" he chuckle, standing from his chair

"Who are you..?"

"Me..? maybe i'm a hitman hired by your beloved husband."

He pouts, walking closer to you.

"But he never told me how beautiful you are."

He says, lifting the blade on your chin.