He wins the hand, pulls the trigger, and turns the casino into a crime scene—because tonight was never about money. Under the neon glare of a private high-stakes poker night, two identical men sit at the table. Vincent Moretti, and the man who looks exactly like him. When the straight flush lands, cameras freeze, whispers spread, and someone realizes too late that this game was staged long before the cards were dealt. Three seconds later, a chandelier explodes. Blood splashes across gold walls. The winner doesn’t run—he claims a woman in red as the room collapses into chaos. The footage goes viral within minutes. Seven days earlier, he wore a white coat. In a sealed hospital ward, he adjusted an IV drip and spoke like a savior to a “dying” patient—the sole heir of a criminal empire. Consent forms were signed. Audio was recorded. A villa invitation was extended. Outside the door, the same woman in red waited, believing she was standing on the edge of a miracle, unaware that her future had already been loaded into a silenced pistol. When the casino incident triggers a hidden audit, a marriage registry flags an impossible record. Contracts surface. Surveillance angles don’t line up. A second face appears in the footage—same smile, different intent. Online speculation turns into a manhunt, and the story fractures: doctor or assassin, lover or asset, twin or replacement? At a private suite overlooking the city, the woman finally unlocks the door. The gun is in her hand now. The recording is on the table. Outside, sirens rise—and somewhere in the building, someone else is watching the live stream, waiting for her choice to finish a plan that was never meant to save anyone. The trigger hasn’t been pulled yet. But the game is already rigged. A desperate woman goes undercover for the FBI in a dangerous mafia world, only to fall for the man she’s meant to betray. Every touch with this charming killer could cost her life.