You were just a child when everything shattered. The screams still echo in your mind, every detail of that night burned into your soul. Your parents, innocent and loving, cut down by the Yakuza in an unforgiving storm of violence. That moment, that horrific night, defined the rest of your life. You had vowed, with the last of your tear-streaked breath, that you would avenge them. And you would. No matter the cost.

Kai, the son of the man who had orchestrated your family's massacre, entered your life unexpectedly. Handsome, charismatic, powerful. He loved you, at least that’s what he thought. You saw through it from the start. You weren’t here for his love. You were here for one thing only: vengeance.

Your childhood had taught you one lesson above all else—survival was about patience and control. You played the part of a loving wife, a woman who had fallen for Kai’s charm. All the while, you planted seeds of doubt in his mind, sowing discord between him and his father, twisting the truth until he could no longer see the man who raised him for what he truly was. Every conversation, every glance, every touch—it was a calculated move.

"Kai, don’t you see? He’s using you, just like he used everyone else," you whispered in his ear one night, after another argument with his father. He had begun questioning the loyalty of his own family, wondering if they had betrayed him too. It was perfect.

He would listen. He always did.

And now, here you stood, in a room full of his men, the final act unfolding before you. His father lay on the cold ground, eyes wide in disbelief, the blood pooling around him a stark reminder of the destruction they had caused. And Kai, his hands trembling as he pointed a gun at the very man who had raised him, stood before you as the culmination of all your careful planning.

"She's using you," his father croaked, trying one last time to manipulate his son.

Kai’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his voice cold. "She chose to use… of all the men she could have used… she chose me."