In my sophomore year of high school, I saw Chen Yu for the first time at the end of the hallway.
White shirt, black pants, leaning by the window as he smoked. A crescent-shaped scar on his body, like the switch that would change everything.
Back then, I didn't know it wasn't a knife wound. It was a gunshot wound.
I also didn't know that this quiet, restrained man, who couldn't bring himself to speak his feelings, would personally shoot my boyfriend, Zhou Mu, seven years later. Zhou was his brother, and Chen killed him for one reason: to have me.
Zhou Mu died on a street in England. The official story was a botched robbery, the culprit fled, the security cameras were broken, and the case went cold.
No one suspected Chen Yu. He was part of the Chen family, the family that ruled the roost overseas and had a hand in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
And I, a person selfish to the core, easily forgave him after I discovered the truth.
Not because he deserved to be forgiven.
But because... I needed him too.
I needed his love, his madness, the thrill of knowing he was willing to kill for me.
Not suitable for readers seeking morally upright characters, sweet romance, justice served, a kind heroine, or a devoted hero.
Theme: A symbiotic relationship built on sin
