Her father didn't raise a daughter-he raised a weapon with a name and a ledger soaked in blood. He didn't cradle her as a child; he molded her in silence, in discipline, in the cold weight of a gun pressed into small hands. Love was a weakness he refused to teach her. Mercy was a luxury their family couldn't afford. From the moment she could speak, she learned names, debts, and the price of betrayal. She became his masterpiece of vengeance-sharp, controlled, untouchable. ‎Giada grew up sharp, intelligent, and hardened by a hatred that had nowhere to go but deeper. At six years old, she watched her mother die in front of her. She remembers every detail: the way her mother's white dress bloomed red, the desperate whisper of "Run," and the face and voice of the killer-etched into her mind like a curse. That night forged her. Over her mother's lifeless body, Giada swore an oath: whoever did this would pay, no matter how long will it took. ‎Revenge became her purpose. Every scar on her skin is a lesson written in blood. Every name in her ledger is a ghost that refuses to rest. But fate is cruel. What if she finds herself falling for the brother of her mother's killer, knowing it's wrong? What if the man making her feel human again shares the same blood she vowed to spill? Will she still carry out her vengeance when the lines between justice and obsession start to blur? Will she go through with it, even if it means destroying the only person who ever saw past the monster she became? Or will she let the killer of the woman she loved most walk free, just to protect the man she can't stop wanting? Now, every stolen glance and forbidden touch makes the line between justice and betrayal thinner. In Giada's world, choosing love isn't just dangerous-it's the deadliest sin of all. And the only one worth dying for.