“I trust you, Mion,” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks. The cold steel of the knife pressed dangerously against her throat, each heartbeat amplifying the fear that gripped her.

His gaze was unwavering, void of warmth. “And I don't . You should never judge a book by its cover; it can be rotten on the inside.” His tone was chilling, laced with a disdain that sent shivers through her spine.

“Why are you doing this?” she pleaded, forcing herself to maintain composure as her throat tightened, refusing to swallow her rising panic.

He expression hardened. “I never loved you from the start. This was all part of my plan.” The confession hung in the air, heavy with betrayal, as the reality of their shattered trust settled around them like a suffocating fog.