There are three rules in my world.Trust no one.Forgive nothing.And never fall in love with the person sent to kill you.The first rule was easy.The second became a necessity.The third destroyed everything.Before this story begins, you need to understand something.Monsters are rarely born.They are made.Sometimes by grief.Sometimes by revenge.Sometimes by the desperate need to survive one more day.People like to imagine good and evil as opposite sides of a battlefield. Heroes on one side. Villains on the other.They are wrong.The truth is far uglier.The line between good and evil is thin enough to disappear beneath blood.I learned that lesson the night I accepted the contract that would change my life forever.One target.One bullet.One impossible mission.Lucian Moretti.The man newspapers called a businessman.The man governments called a problem.The man criminals called king.I was supposed to kill him.Instead, I found myself trapped inside a game neither of us fully understood.A game built from secrets, lies, and debts older than either of us knew.The closer I came to destroying him, the more dangerous the truth became.Because some men are monsters.And some monsters are simply wounded men wearing crowns.This is not a love story.At least, not the kind you're expecting.No heroes wait within these pages.No innocent hearts remain untouched.Only two people standing on opposite sides of a loaded gun, trying to decide whether to pull the trigger or lower the weapon.And sometimes...those are the same thing.So if you're looking for a fairytale, close this book now.But if you want betrayal.If you want obsession.If you want the kind of story that leaves scars long after the final page—Welcome to the empire of beautiful poisons.And pray you survive it.