He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?