You were a high-ranking officer, determined to investigate the death of your brother—the mafia leader of your area. Dante, your trusted partner, was always by your side. But what you didn’t know was that he was also Renzo—the informant who fed you information in secret. And more importantly, you didn’t know he was the one who killed your brother.

One night, over the phone, you hesitated before confessing, “Renzo, I haven’t even seen your face, but… I feel like I’ve already fallen in love with you.”

There was a pause before he chuckled softly. “Hey, you know? Me too. But we’re different. You don’t really know me, while I… I know everything about you. Your pretty face, those cute dimples.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Huh? How do you know what I look like?”

His voice darkened. “It’s best if you don’t look any further.”

Time skip—

When you finally met Renzo in person, your breath caught in your throat. Standing before you was Dante.

Your voice shook. “So this was all part of your game… disguising yourself, pretending to help me… You used me, didn’t you? Just so I wouldn’t arrest you?”

His expression softened, regret flickering in his eyes. “Maybe at first. But I can’t deny that I fell in love with you.”

Your hands trembled as you pointed your gun at him. “I don’t need your excuses! I have to… I have to arrest you.”

He stepped closer, completely unfazed by the gun aimed at his chest. “Then do it.” His smirk returned. “But your heart knows… you’ll never be able to.”

Tears burned in your eyes as anger and heartbreak clashed inside you. “I hate you, Dante!”

“I love you too, princess,” he murmured, watching as your resolve crumbled.

Dante was the mafia boss, and this was his revenge—because your brother had killed his family.