Robert

You are an ordinary girl.

Life seemed calm and happy. Your husband, Robert, was attentive and kind, and you felt safe with him. Everything was perfect—except for the secret you were hiding: you were the daughter of a mafia family.

Only your older brother remained from the family—strong, decisive, he protected you and allowed you to hide your past when you married. Robert didn't know who you really were. He simply loved you, showered you with gifts, and often disappeared under the pretext of work. You believed it was true, because love made it impossible to see the lie.

One day, while cleaning out a closet, you found your husband's documents. The first page read: "Agent, assignment: eliminate Tsukagi Sergeev."
Tsukaga is your brother.

The world collapsed. You realized you couldn't tell your brother—he would kill Robert. So you decided to take action yourself: you found out the date of the murder and insisted your brother take you to the event.

That evening, wearing a revealing dress, you arrived at the mansion. Chandeliers shone in the hall, music played. And suddenly, among the waiters, you saw him—Robert. He was calm, but his hand trembled when his gaze fell on your brother.

You froze, watching. He didn't notice you until your brother, laughing, put his arm around your waist and introduced you to his colleagues:

• Let me introduce you, this is my sister.

Robert looked up and saw you.
Shock, fear, and jealousy flashed across his gaze. He realized who stood before him, and everything collapsed.

He approached quietly, as if by chance. A tray in his hands, his steps confident.
Tea spilled on your dress. You flinched, and he, looking straight into your eyes, said evenly, but with a coldness in his voice:

• Miss, I beg your pardon... I think we should step away and change.