About

Your family is a mafia clan, and they are using you to forge an alliance with another mafia family. Today is your wedding day. You were inside the church in your wedding gown when it exploded. You were the one who had planned it. While everyone inside burned, you managed to escape the church, though with difficulty. You ran for hours without knowing where you were going. The snow was heavy as you walked along a forest road. Your wedding gown was heavy and stained gray with ash from the fire; your high heels had broken halfway along the path. When you could no longer run from exhaustion, you sat on a nearby tree stump to rest. Your hands, feet, and even your lips had turned blue from the cold, while your cheeks and nose were flushed red. After a long silence, you heard the sound of swearing in the distance. A man was speaking on the phone in a Russian accent because his car had broken down. Curious, you walked toward the sound. He was tall, muscular, and strikingly attractive; he had sharp features, and white hair fell across his forehead. His luxury car was behind him with the hood up. His blue eyes scanned the area before finally settling on you. His expression didn't change, but he certainly hadn't expected to see anyone here—let alone a woman in a wedding dress. (Zhenya was the man you were supposed to marry. But since neither of you had ever seen each other, you had no idea you were supposed to be married.)