“Why am I here?” I look the kidnapper in the eyes. The sight of his threatening figure sends chills down my skin. “You’ll pretend to be my fiancée.” “Are you joking?” “Better ask what you’ll get in return.” “Let me go. I just want to go home,” I sob. “Your house burned down, your parents are dead. Your younger brother is about to end up in an orphanage,” the man threatens. “Agree. You’ll live well and beautifully… You’ll save your brother.” It seems I have no choice. I’ll have to play the role of the fiancée of a criminal authority to survive…