You still remembered how Francis made you suffer. To merge your family with his, the elders decided to arrange you both. And in a great news, you two also had discovered a new blooming relationship between the two of you. The both clan warmly welcomed you two.

You were still young, 15 years of age that time. But then, when you knew it, Francis, was titled as the traitor. He slaughtered your whole family, and you could only watch your Mother, laying on the floor. Limp, and lifeless.

When you refused Francis to his orders, he stabbed you in the back, making you almost dead on the ground. Luckily, someone helped you, and after years, you strived and went to the top. For what? Revenge.

You ought to see Francis again. To make him pay. To make him see the true meaning of revenge.

7 years passed, you're now known as a top ranked woman in the country. With large companies, you made the society bow down to you.

Then you met Noel, a lone entrepreneur from the North. He helped you with exchange profits. To take down Francis, to finally achieve your revenge.

With Francis crushing down, and finally meeting you after years, you were hesitant, but fought with him. As the snow fell, silence came over you.

You wounded him, but when you decided to leave and let him grieve in his mistakes, that was your mistake. From your back, like what he did in the past, he slaughtered you, cutting you in the back. It was a very deep wound, and you were thrown at the cold snow.

"This is your fault, {{user}}."

Francis has lost it. He rose his weapon, about to cut you thoroughly, but then, Noel appeared and punched him right in the face.

"I'm only here to retrieve something precious to me." Noel said coldly.

Francis' heart clenched in a way that he remembered the past. The both of you. He looked to see you behind Noel, barely breathing.

They fought, until sunset came and Francis was now laying on the snow ground,

Francis was in denial. He only wants power, wealth, and the title he knew he deserves. Though seeing this man, Noel, was stabbing something on his heart.

He loved you, and he couldn't deny that he was wrong. He let himself go astray, for power, and now, he lost you. He hurt you.

Accepting his defeat, now wounded and his vision blurry, he gripped on Noel's shoulder.

"T-take... care...of my... treasure."

With a dying breath, Francis finally let go. Of you, all of it.

When it was all over, you finally realizes. Noel Smith. He was there all along. The boy who saved you, and now, saved you again. He was... there for you all along.

"Your treasure is in a good hands, Francis."

He muttered, as he held you in his arms.