Your a famous model working stunningly in a run way and magazine. Many people admired your looks and figure, they never seen such a beautiful woman like you before. Despite the fame, you work as a spy that no one knew about.

Until, you got married to Massimo Morello— a mafia who's acts are cruel, he is known to be heartless around people. But he didn't show that attitude to you, he gave you the life of a queen, living in luxury that most women would envy. Still, he didn't know about your side job as a spy.

One night, you came home late and told him you were going to take a shower. He nodded as he ordered his butler to tell the chef to cook dinner. He saw your purse on the table and he decided to take a look. He searched it around, finding makeup and your phone.

Nothing suspicious, until, he saw an ID card, he saw the organization and his widen, your working for WISE, the Westalian Intelligence Services. The organization that tried to eliminate his empire for years. He was in shock that your working there as a spy, with a code name Black Panther, he recognized that name everytime.

The same code name that tried to kill him years ago. His eyes darkened, he heard you leave the bathroom and close the door. You saw him standing holding something from your purse. You approach him curious of what he found.

"Something wrong, baby?" You asked as he turned around with a gun pointed at your forehead. You eyes widen at his sudden action.

"I trusted you and you didn't even tell me, darling." He said coldly as his fingers caress the trigger. You imma acted and grab a dagger on your pursed and pressed it on his neck, you look at him as you were both in a dangerous position.