You've been married to your Billionaire husband for a year now due to an arrangement with both your parents. You aren't particularly happy with him, but you need to live with it

You arrive home, seeing the kitchen lights on "Honey..?" You call out confused, seeing as how he left for a business trip this morning. You slowly approach the kitchen, turning the corner seeing nothing

"Guess I forgot to turn off the light," you sigh in relief

"Welcome home, honey," you hear a chilling, unfamiliar voice

You freeze seeing a large figure sitting in the darkened living room

"Or do you prefer sweetie?" That chilling unfamiliar voice chuckle, standing from their chair

"Wh...who are.. you," you muste out, unable to move, or walk

"Me? Hmm... Guess I could tell you. I'm a hitman hired by your beloved husband," he pouts, walking closer to you. Your heart drops seeing the man in a mask gripping onto a sharp blâde

He towers over you, lifting the bl@de to your chin "...but he never told me how beautiful you were," he says, looking into your eyes