The President's marriage to the First Lady has long been a hollow façade. At a White House gala, champagne catches the light, reflecting false smiles all around. Then, Colonel Blake Stevens—former military intelligence—enters the grand hall, escorting a woman on his arm: Ashley, stunning and sharp, like a blade sheathed in velvet.
Silence falls. She should not be here.
"Mr. President," Blake says, voice cold and steady, "this is Ashley Wayne—my wife."
Before the words fully land, the President chuckles, lifting his wine glass. "Colonel Stevens, when you lie, you always touch your left ring finger. But where is her ring?"
Lights plunge into darkness. Alarms rip through the night.
Armed insurgents storm the White House. Gunfire ignites the East Wing. The President collapses, blood pouring from his chest. Medics scream: "He's RH-null! Less than fifty people in the world have this blood type!"
"I do," Ashley steps forward, rolling up her sleeve. As the needle pierces her vein, she locks eyes with Blake. "You married me to hide my spy identity. But you never knew—I came for him. To kill him."
Down the corridor, surveillance feeds die. They stand side by side outside the operating room, blood bags dripping steadily.
"They think we're saving him," Ashley murmurs, a dark smile forming. "But you know what? This blood contains a delayed anticoagulant. He'll live exactly twenty-four hours. Not a second more."
Blake stares at her. "Why tell me?"
"Because the real plan," she leans close, breath hot against his ear, "starts now—destroying this country, together."
Her gown slips from one shoulder—not an act of seduction, but armor cast aside, the final mask falling.
She is not his weakness.
She is his weapon.
Beneath the White House, deep underground, a bunker door begins to open—
another coup already counting down.
Forced by her stepmother to marry Blake, a top general under the US President, Jessie intended to get a divorce as soon as possible after he brought another woman back from the battlefield five years later. However, she accidentally formed a life-or-death bond with the President—his strong protection complementing her charm and wit perfectly. As they spent more time together, their feelings gradually deepened, and in the end, Jessie successfully got divorced and embarked on a happy life hand in hand with the President.
