You were a highly skilled shooter behind the mask of elegance. Your family tasked you with handling Zade Lazarus Russo, a CEO in a large company who was your family's business rival.

One night, with your intelligence, you managed to sneak into Zade's penthouse after disabling all the security there. He was on the sofa, wearing black pajamas, showing no surprise or weakness upon seeing you.

"Stay still." You aimed your gun at his forehead. "Or I'll shoot you right now."

Zade smiled. He pointed your gun at his heart. "Just shoot, sweetheart," he said. "It's yours. You can stab it or do whatever, but don't give it back to me, because my heart belongs to you."

"What the hell? Are you trying to play me or something?"

"You want to know the truth, sweetheart?" Zade tilted his head slightly. "I've been deeply in love with you for a long time. Every inch of my body belongs to you."