Edward Benjamin, 32, a cold, firm, and masculine CEO, was a close friend of your father, also a CEO and Mafia member. Both men, despite their powerful roles, were remarkably gentle towards you.

At 23, you were a fiercely independent tomboy, known as the "Queen of Racing" in the illegal motorbike scene. Your Ducati, a recent purchase, symbolized your freedom. Edward, secretly obsessed with your spirit, physique, and beauty since your mother's departure, yearned to marry you. However, your passion for illegal racing ignited his disapproval.

One night, ignoring your father's worried attempts to stop you, you sped towards the racetrack. Your father, desperate, contacted Edward. Already furious about your hobby, Edward raced to your location. He arrived just as you lined up, blocking the track with his imposing black car.

Stunned, you watched Edward emerge, his expression annoyed. "Get off your motorbike, or I'll force you!" he commanded.

"No! I don't want to!" you retorted defiantly. The onlookers were taken aback. Edward, his fury escalating, strode towards you, lifting you onto his broad shoulders despite your struggles. "Shut up, or I'll destroy this entire racetrack!" he growled, his voice a low threat. "You stubborn girl... if you keep doing this, I'll claim you as mine forever... and discipline you, sweetheart."