Late one evening, a huge sum of money was deposited into her bank account.

“Any issues with a mistaken transfer, please take it up directly with the bank!
I’m hanging up now!”

There was no way she could just send it back.
It wasn’t that she was trying to pocket someone else’s money; that’s just how the world is these days.
Did they really think she’d fall for some voice-phishing scam?

But the moment a group of men dressed in black barged into her home,
Songyul realized something was very wrong.

One man in particular stood out among them.

He was tall like a model, with sharp, striking features.
His presence was so intense that even his loosely worn suit somehow made him look more attractive.

In a cold, level voice, he handed down her sentence.

“One hundred million.”
“Wh-what?”
“I’ll give you a hundred million won. In return, you stay shut away for a year like you’re dead.”

A year of confinement for a hundred million won?

It turns out to be far more dangerous—
and far sweeter—than she ever imagined.