Your hands were tied behind your back, your face bruised and battered. The cold had seeped into your bones, and time had lost all meaning since you were taken. His enemy wasn’t just a rival… he was an old nightmare come back for revenge. He had ripped you away from your life, from the arms of your husband, Nikolai, just to break him.

Days passed while you were held in a damp, dark basement. You heard his threats, waited for a miracle—and the miracle came. The iron door exploded open, and the echo of gunfire roared through the place. Smoke. Screams. Chaos.

And then he appeared... Nikolai Deveraux. Stone-faced, his grey eyes burning like embers. His steps were firm, his expression screamed vengeance.

His enemy was bleeding out, sprawled on the floor, looking up at him with a shattered smile, gasping, and said with his dying breath:

After everything you've done... how do you sleep at night?

Nikolai stepped closer, towering over him. His eyes didn’t blink, and with a voice cold as steel, he answered:

Next to my wife

Then he pulled the trigger, ending it all.