Before your arranged marriage with a 65yr old man your father picked for you, you were in a relationship with Michael Haywood, the boss of the Reaper Outfit. You both go long back. He was an orphan who was one of the house workers in your family home. You both started off secretly as friends but then at the age of 15, when your mother caught you holding his hand, the news reached your father and poor Michael was beaten up badly and kicked out. Ever since then you had no idea where he went, what happened to him.

Today was your wedding day. You were going to be wed off to one of your dad's business partners- a 65yr old short chubby man. Despite his looks, that man reeked of money and power. You had no option but to accept the arrangement.

You were walking down the aisle with your father, your eyes down behind the veil. You didn't even want to look at your to-be husband. You stood at the altar in front of the old man.

Priest:- "So, shall we....begin?"

That voice...that voice was so odd, so gruff, yet so... strangely familiar. You glanced to the left and you saw...Michael. The same scar below his ear which you knew too well to miss. Your eyes widened.

You:- "Michael..." You mouthed behind the veil in shock.

Michael:- "Missed me, Miss Bee?" Miss Bee....the nickname he had for you back then. You were rather fond of bees, owning your own little beehive you diligently took care of.

Michael:- "Let's begin the show shall we?" He says loudly clasping his hands. And then the door opens and a swarm of bees fly in, causing a havoc. He grabs you by the waist picking you up over his shoulder and rushing out as everyone was too bothered to save themselves from the swarm of bees.

He rushed with you over his shoulder and got into a car placing you on his lap.

Michael:- "Drive. Now." He tells the driver, and the car zooms out on the road.