BLOOD OR LOVE

THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED

Dean dedicated himself to Lisa's happiness, creating unforgettable experiences.

First, he took her away to a fancy restaurant, discovering that she loved food.

Next, they ventured to a renowned water park, where Lisa reveled in splashing water and playful games with Dean.
However, her delight was momentarily interrupted by the water getting in her ears.

Dean planned enchanting night strolls, Lisa's favorite escape from reality. Her favourite secret of joy.
Hand-in-hand, they 'd strolled under starry skies, Dean's presence making every moment magical.

Their mall excursion proved a huge adventure.
Lisa's trepidation with escalators and elevators left Dean chuckling.

As they explored, a stranger complimented Lisa's beauty.

"Wow, this is the first time someone's called me pretty," Lisa exclaimed.

Dean's eyes sparkled with sarcasm. "So, I've never told you you're beautiful?"

Lisa's cheeks flushed. "Apart from you and Mariah."

Dean's voice took on a possessive tone.
"Don't take his words to heart. I'm the only one who gets to say you're pretty."

Lisa's face glowed as red as a tomato as Dean's words wrapped her in warmth.

As soon as they entered her room, Lisa expressed heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you."

Dean's response was instinctive; he wrapped Lisa in a warm embrace but their romantic moment was shattered by a familiar voice, in disdain.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Roland demanded, his tone incredulous.

Dean spun around, shocked. "Roland, what are you doing here?"

Lisa, oblivious to the tension, asked, "Who is that?"

Roland's gaze narrowed. "Isn't this the boss's brother's daughter? The target?"

Dean's expression turned cold. "How did you find me?"

Roland's voice dripped with disappointment. "The boss has been tracking you. This mission is crucial, and you know it."

Lisa's confusion deepened. "What mission?"

Roland's words cut through the air like a knife. "You've fallen for your target, haven't you? You're an assassin, Dean. You're supposed to kill her, not love her!"

Lisa's world crumbled. Her mind reeled, legs numb, as she processed the betrayal.

"Roland!" Dean's anger boiled over, eyes blazing.

Roland's accusation cut deep. "Have you forgotten her father killed your family in cold blood? The boss trusted you, and you're betraying him for a minor feeling."

With a chilling calm, Roland drew his gun, training it on Lisa.

Dean's eyes locked onto the gun, his voice, urgent. "What are you doing, Roland?"

Roland's response sent a chill down Dean's spine.
"If you can't finish the job, I will."

Lisa's legs buckled, her body crumpling to the ground. Fear gripped her, eyes wide with terror.

Dean's gaze snapped to Lisa, his heart shattering at the sight of her trembling form.

"You... you're an assassin?" Lisa stuttered, her voice barely audible.

Dean's face contorted in anguish. "Let me explain."

But Lisa's words cut him deep. "You were sent to kill me, not protect me!"
Her voice cracked with emotions, not an exhilarating one but that of a heartbroken one.