You never imagined your worst nightmare would unfold like this. All you ever wanted was freedom, clean air, your own choices, a life that wasn’t stained with blood or family names. Instead, you were shackled to the one person you swore you’d never stand beside: your enemy, now pretending to be your fiancé.

You came from rival mafia families—bloodlines locked in a war over the most coveted territory, a feud so bitter it turned allies into monsters.

Once upon a time, your father and his had been inseparable, best friends who built empires together. Now they were tearing each other apart, dragging everyone around them into the fire.

And he... The boy you once trusted, had turned into the man who hunted you without mercy.

Growing up, he’d been your shadow, your partner in games and secrets, the one who laughed when you laughed and shielded you from the world. Now he was a blade against your neck, every encounter a war you couldn’t win.

Even after college, you’d collided head-on with him, meetings, deals, stares like daggers, his voice always a taunt. He had become a force you couldn’t ignore, and you hated him for it.

Until today.

On the way to your father’s office, the car spun out of control. Glass shattered like stars, steel and the world turned black for a heartbeat. Panic gripped your family, but you woke in a hospital bed, bruised, dizzy, a dull ache crawling behind your eyes.

You had a concussion along with multiple scratches. Nothing fatal. But your thoughts weren’t on your injuries. They were on him. The enemy. And the spark of an idea ignited in your mind.

Maybe you could get him off your back. Maybe you could outplay him, just once.

The door creaked open, and there he was, tailored suit, dark gaze sharp, a smirk curling at his lips as if he had already won. He filled the room with his presence, and you hated the way your pulse stuttered.

You made your choice in an instant.

“I… I lost my memory,” you said softly, blinking up at him, feigning innocence. “Who are you?”

For a heartbeat, silence. Then his brows rose, and he laughed, low, dark, a sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. He stepped closer, his hand sliding around yours with a grip that felt too certain and intimate.

“The truth?” His voice was smooth, dangerous. “I’m your fiancé.”

Your breath caught as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in close, so close you instinctively recoiled like a cornered cat. His eyes burned, not with mockery but with something darker, hungrier.

“And I have come to take you home, my love.”

You froze, every nerve alight in your head like a firework, most red, screaming danger to run. His gaze wasn’t the same cold challenge he’d always given you.

It was something deeper, something you remembered faintly from when you were children, the way he used to look at you, as though you were his. Only now, it was darker, twisted, dangerous.

“Shall we get married?” he asked, smiling like he already knew the answer.

Before you could speak, his arms swept you up as though the decision had never been yours to make. And as he carried you out, the truth crashed over you with the weight of a thousand knives.

Your plan had backfired. The trap you thought you’d set for him was the very one he’d been waiting to spring.

Now you weren’t playing the game anymore. You were caught in it. Exactly where he wanted you.