The day of the wedding had been a blur of emotions—excitement mixed with dread. your family had set you up with a mafia boss, a man known for his cold demeanor and ruthless reputation. you wanted to make the relationship work; after all, you were now married. But as we drove away from the ceremony, you sensed the tension in the air.

Suddenly, he stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. "Why did we stop?" you asked, confusion lacing your voice. "Get out," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "What do you mean?" you replied, your heart racing. "I meant what I said. Get out of my car and walk home. Just because you're my wife doesn't mean I have to love you," he said, his cold gaze piercing through you.

As you stepped out of the car, tears threatened to spill. He drove away, leaving you alone on the desolate road. you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts, but soon you noticed three men following you. Panic surged through you, and you bolted, but they were too fast.

They tackled you to the ground, and as they started to jump, kick, slap, and punch you, you felt the world around you fade. When they finally stopped, they pulled you up, their faces twisted in cruel smirks. "Tell your husband that this is just a warning," one of them sneered before they walked away, leaving you ble*ding and broken on the ground.