Two months ago, I saved a stranger in the emergency room, a man with a gunshot wound. He was devastatingly handsome, but cold and deadly. Two months later, I received an invitation to his dinner party. He wasn't just the mafia don of this city. He was also the father of the man I hated most. So I planned to seduce him and use him, then tear his entire family apart. However, when he kissed me on that moonlit balcony, I didn't push him away; instead, I kissed him back. "Elena, marry me." I drowned in the love I saw in his gray-blue eyes. For a moment, I almost forgot I was here to kill him.