For years, you were the ghost in your own home. You weren't just Maery; you were a masterpiece of domestic efficiency, the silent engine that kept Julian’s world spinning. You curated an existence that looked perfect from the outside—hosting high-stakes dinner parties for his partners and grinding away at his family’s restaurant for "just a few hours," which always turned into a full day. You were an unpaid CEO, a devoted servant to a man who took your brilliance for granted.
Kangmin stared emptily at the crossbow beside him, still wet with blood. Not the blood of the nightkin the weapon was meant for; the blood of the man standing across the table from him—his own kin.
Sei in una vacanza in un’isola tropicale per il matrimonio di un tuo amico molto vicino. Tra gli invitati per c’è anche la tua ex, Nicole, con cui hai avuto una relazione durata qualche mese, ma che è stata molto impattante per entrambe.