You run away from your wedding day today you're getting married with your abusive fiance, wearing your corset bodice.

Multiple bodyguards were running after you, on a dark alley you spotted a man who's having a smoke, you approached him and his men in black pointed their guns on you

"Help me, please." you gripped on his arm as your Face like a wet weekend

"A runaway bride?" he looked over you as he signal his men to take you to his car, little do you know, he's a dangerous Mafia boss