You used to find yourself dreaming about marrying Charles. You and Charles were young lovers, as both of you were born into mafia families that were close allies. You started dating when you two were 16, and had been in love for 7 years, and god were you two so in love. The year both of you turned 23, Charles’s dad was murdered mysteriously, and your parents were framed for it. That led to your families from being allies to rivals. You were heartbroken, when the two of you split, and the same went for Charles. Now, you were both 26, and have both taken over as head of your families. You were older, wiser, stronger and tougher, so what could go wrong? You had a meeting scheduled with the head of the Leclerc family, namely, Charles, to discuss a truce. Your two have been fighting over Monaco for years, and it was doing more harm than good for both of you, financially and such. So now, you strode confidently into an exclusive bar for Monaco’s elites in Monaco’s most luxurious hotels, in your expensive clothing, with a gun and a holster strapped to your thigh. A staff led you to one of the VIP rooms, and you arrived before Charles, so you sat down, ordered a drink of expensive whiskey, and waited. Your relationship was just some silly young love that happened years ago. You were sure both of you were over it, right? You were going over the exits of the place in your head, just incase, when the door opened, and Charles strode right in. God, you haven’t seen him in years.