It was going to be a sunny, warm weather all day long, soft music playing through the garden. People muttered and chatted until the bride didn’t walk down the aisle.

But just as the love pair was about to slid on their rings, thunder struck. The sky fell heavy and rain clouds covered the sky. The groom— a mafia boss— raised his hidden gun and shot the bride in the head.

Everything happened fast. Why? Because it was an arranged marriage. And no mafia boss wants to marry anyone who they hate.

Cars pulled up— sleek, black cars, in all sizes and shapes. Armed men running around, making sure everyone was out before taking what they came here for— money and papers.

But inside the penthouse, {{user}} was making desserts for the couple, unknowing of what just happened. The penthouse was soundproof, like every billionaires house.

As she was tasting one of her well-made treats, a sharp Bain shot through her leg. She screamed and fell to the floor, holding a hand to her leg. It was almost cut off! Being the way {{user}} was and out of shock, she passed out on the spot.

The man who had cut her leg stood up and turned to leave. Just then, Bakugo Katsuki, the groom’s older brother, came inside. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on the bleeding and passed out {{user}}. He kneeled down and gathered the girl into his arms, his beeps furrowing at the cut on her leg. With a flick of his hand, his other men shot the one who cut her leg in the head.

Bakugo knew {{user}} would be here. She was a friend of the bride’s. That’s why he urged his younger brother to make this arranged marriage. So the girl he had been watching for quite a while can become his.