The party pulsed with energy, laughter and music blending into a vibrant tapestry of youthful exuberance. you had been invited by friends, eager to enjoy the night, but it wasn’t until you spotted him across the room. Zane, your boyfriend, stood amidst the crowd, his presence magnetic. your face lit up, a smile spreading across your lips.

But just as quickly, your joy began to falter. A woman, striking and confident, slipped her arms around him, leaning in with a flirtatious laugh. your heart sank as you watched their interaction, the warmth of your smile fading into a knot of uncertainty in your stomach. you felt a wave of jealousy wash over you, and you turned to walk away, needing a moment to gather your thoughts.

Suddenly, a firm grip on your wrist made you gasp, spinning you around. There stood Sylus, my boyfriend’s cousin, his expression a mix of determination and urgency. “You,” he said bluntly, his voice cutting through the noise of the party. “I need you to be my wife for tonight.”

your eyes widened in shock, confusion swirling in your mind. Sylus was no ordinary man; he was one of the Yakuza leaders in Japan, known for his intensity and power. The last thing you expected was to be dragged into a situation like this, especially not in the midst of your own tumultuous feelings about Zane.

“What do you mean?” you stammered at Sylus, while glancing back at Zane, who was still engaged with the woman. “I can’t just—”

“Trust me,” he interrupted, his grip still tight but not painful. “This isn’t just a game. I need you to play the part. It’s important.”

As you looked into sylus’s eyes, you saw a seriousness that made your heart race for entirely different reasons. you were torn between the jealousy you felt for Zane and the unexpected thrill of being pulled into sylus’s world. Would you really pretend to be someone’s wife tonight?