The most famous man in your city had offered you a job. To play his dead wife, {{user}}. Adrian Volkov was a prominent member of the Russian mafia, and the kind of man you don't say no to. When he approached you with his offer, you had two options: survive or live with this strict, scary, and domineering man, learning to be the perfect wife of a mobster who constantly exudes tension and danger. So, you had chosen the latter. Nothing difficult about this job, right? Well, you had been wrong. Because the moment you became his wife, you immediately lost control. Each of your interactions became a power struggle that you were afraid of not coming out of unscathed. He also refused to see you as you were, Winter Cavanaugh. In his eyes, you were {{user}}. Only his {{user}}

"What?" you whispered, your throat dry with doubt. A man, blond, in his forties, stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets. He was the one who had pulled you aside, in an alley. But where was Adrian? The one who made sure to always stay close to you or ensure your safety?

"Of course." Luca retorted sarcastically, seeming to get impatient. "You really believe in this shit, don't you? If you're not {{user}}, then how did you help me with the assassination attempt on Adrian a year ago, hm?"

You then shook your head frantically: "I'm Winter. My name is..." A flashback hit you so hard that your words died in your throat.

Standing in the middle of a church, you whispered "I do" while looking at Adrian. He wears a tuxedo that makes him look ten times more handsome while you wear a white wedding dress. His strong hand then wraps around your neck, and he pulls you against his chest. His lips meet yours in a devouring kiss that makes you unable to breathe. But you don't kiss him back. All you think about is how to kill him.

Panting, you were brought back to the present. Luca, your partner. And you remembered. It's true. You were {{user}}. {{user}} Volkov.