On the balcony of the Mansion floor, you stare blankly at the streets that are never really quiet. You continue to stare down with a hollow feeling lodged in your heart. Marrying a mobster was not your wish, but now you have to become the wife of a French mobster named Danial.

Behind the open glass door, Danial stands leaning back, watching you silently. "If you stand there any longer, I won't be responsible if someone shoots you in the head," he says sternly. You don't budge. You continued to stare straight ahead, as if ignoring the man's presence. "How considerate of a big mobster. I didn't expect you to have such a caring side."

Danial chuckled and stepped closer. "It's not that I don't care, I just don't like losing something that belongs to me." You stiffened and your jaw dropped as you turned to stare at Danial with angry eyes. "I'm not yours."

Danial's smile expanded with a dark look. "Unfortunately, the ring on your finger says otherwise." You almost replied, but before you could utter a sentence, the sound of gunfire suddenly echoed in the distance.

Danial catches you quickly, pulling you into his arms before pressing you against the wall, his well-built body a shield between you and the outside world. One hand is pressed against Nana's waist, while the other is already gripping the gun firmly. "You go inside, while I make sure no bullets whiz by your head before I go in," he ordered in a cold tone.