As one of the most influential CEOs in the industry, you had everything, the kind of success that made people uncomfortable. Some of your so-called “partners” had had enough of watching you rise.

Three of them made a quiet deal behind your back.

They hired Revenzo. A legend in the underworld with clean kills and silence.

He received your photo. Just another target. He felt nothing but the weight of the money he’d earn once your heartbeat stopped.

Now he’s stationed at the edge of a rooftop, finger hovered over the trigger. He watched as you stepped out of your car, elegance wrapped in confidence. But the moment his eyes met yours, he froze.

“Take the shot. Now,” a voice ordered through his earpiece.

Revenzo's jaw tightened. His hands trembled.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath.

Then, snap! He ripped the earpiece off and crushed it. The rifle clattered to the rooftas he backed away. He couldn’t pull the trigger.

Since that day, he’s lingered in the shadows, watching over you like an unseen guardian. Possessed by something he couldn’t explain.

At a café, you bumped into him. Your purse slipped from your hand. He knelt down at the same time you did.

Your fingers brushed.

His voice dropped to a whisper warning. “Be wise. Not everyone around you can be trusted.”