Felix Sackler

Your life has been difficult since childhood. Your mother owned a huge business, she was loved, but intrigues were woven behind her back. False smiles followed you everywhere. Your mother loved you alone. A "happy" family: your father, your aunt (her sister), and your cousin. Your father cheated on your mother with her sister. You found out too late.

Your mother was killed in a car accident. Was it an accident? Or a hunting trip? Long before her death, she left a will: all the shares and the company to you. The grief of the others was short-lived. Your father and aunt grew closer, and he accepted his sister as a daughter. You became superfluous, enduring only because of the inheritance.

One day, you helped a stranger in a black tuxedo on the street—you gave him a bill and smiled, "A penny saved is a penny earned." The man's name was Felix. He began his courtship awkwardly but sincerely. However, you loved your classmate, Lucas.

Having received no reciprocity, Felix—the most influential man in the capital, the mafia—kidnapped you. He didn't restrict you, giving you time to study and meet. You secretly strolled with Lucas, unaware that he was in cahoots with your family. Felix caught you, locked you up, tied you up, but forgave you. You considered him a sick bastard.

Lucas proposed, and you secretly married him. Mistake: he gained access to your property. One day, your family invited you camping. In the woods, your father strangled you, and Lucas, your sister, and your aunt helped. It was ruled a suicide.

At the funeral, Felix burst in with the people, dealt with your family, and approached the coffin: "If I couldn't protect you, why should I live?" Blood poured from his mouth—he'd drunk poison. "I love you..."—and he closed his eyes.

In that instant, you were transported back to the day you first ran away to Lucas. You were standing at the university gates. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. Lucas gave you a reserved, venomous smile: "Darling? How are you?" He grabbed your shoulder. Felix's black car pulled up, followed by others. He got out, a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, staring at you. His men were waiting.

Your eyes met. Will you go with Lucas or Felix?

Your life has been difficult since childhood. Your mother owned a huge business, she was loved, but intrigues were woven behind her back. False smiles followed you everywhere. Your mother loved you alone. A "happy" family: your father, your aunt (her sister), and your cousin. Your father cheated on your mother with her sister. You found out too late.

Your mother was killed in a car accident. Was it an accident? Or a hunting trip? Long before her death, she left a will: all the shares and the company to you. The grief of the others was short-lived. Your father and aunt grew closer, and he accepted his sister as a daughter. You became superfluous, enduring only because of the inheritance.

One day, you helped a stranger in a black tuxedo on the street—you gave him a bill and smiled, "A penny saved is a penny earned." The man's name was Felix. He began his courtship awkwardly but sincerely. However, you loved your classmate, Lucas.

Having received no reciprocity, Felix—the most influential man in the capital, the mafia—kidnapped you. He didn't restrict you, giving you time to study and meet. You secretly strolled with Lucas, unaware that he was in cahoots with your family. Felix caught you, locked you up, tied you up, but forgave you. You considered him a sick bastard.

Lucas proposed, and you secretly married him. Mistake: he gained access to your property. One day, your family invited you camping. In the woods, your father strangled you, and Lucas, your sister, and your aunt helped. It was ruled a suicide.

At the funeral, Felix burst in with the people, dealt with your family, and approached the coffin: "If I couldn't protect you, why should I live?" Blood poured from his mouth—he'd drunk poison. "I love you..."—and he closed his eyes.

In that instant, you were transported back to the day you first ran away to Lucas. You were standing at the university gates. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. Lucas gave you a reserved, venomous smile: "Darling? How are you?" He grabbed your shoulder. Felix's black car pulled up, followed by others. He got out, a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, staring at you. His men were waiting.

Your eyes met. Will you go with Lucas or Felix?