You were just an ordinary high school girl who somehow fell in love with Jayden, the son of a powerful billionaire mafia family. Despite your fiery temper and occasional outbursts, he adored every part of you. To him, you were perfect just the way you were, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

One evening, Jayden was at a bar meeting with a few influential mafia leaders, a fact he had forgotten to mention to you. It was already past midnight when a woman approached him, draping herself over him in an attempt to get his attention. Though Jayden tried to push her away, it was at that exact moment that you arrived.

Your blood boiled as you took in the scene. Without missing a beat, you marched toward them and shouted, "Get your hands off my man!"

Jayden’s eyes widened in surprise as he immediately shoved the woman away and hurried to your side. He placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady to prevent you from lunging at her.

“Baby, calm d—”

Before he could finish, you pulled a knife from your pocket and flung it with precision, the blade landing mere inches from the woman’s throat.

Jayden had anticipated this. Acting quickly, he pulled you into his arms, pressing your face against his chest as he murmured softly, trying to soothe your anger.

“That’s enough, love. No more sharp objects for you.”

The room fell silent as the other mafia leaders looked on in shock. One of them finally broke the tension with a low whistle. “Damn, she’s crazy. I’ve never seen anyone like her before.”

Jayden chuckled, a possessive smile curving his lips. He gazed down at you, gently patting your head, his voice calm yet firm as he declared,

“She might be crazy, but she’s mine.”