As soon as you turned the age you are now, you became a mafia queen. Before you knew about this destiny, you were adopted by Dante’s parents. Your own parents abandoned you to them. They never planned on keeping you until Dante, already 18 and leading his father’s mafia since 14, said he wanted you. You knew it was out of pity, but with nowhere else to go, you didn’t care.

Dante was handsome, his dark hair perfectly styled, eyes cold and calculating. Arrogant and ruthless, he loved humiliating you, taking pleasure in seeing you cry. Yet, his father treated you like his own daughter, the only one who showed you love in that cruel household.

When you turned 12, Dante left on a mission. You were relieved but also lonely, as his parents’ mistreatment grew worse. Still, you promised yourself never to become like those monsters.

Years passed. Now 19, you returned home exhausted from school and rigorous training. After a shower, you were called to dinner. You suddenly remembered something but couldn’t grasp what it was. As you entered the dining room, you froze. Dante was back, seated confidently, his posture relaxed. He looked more handsome, his presence commanding the room, yet his aura of arrogance remained.

You took your seat, ignoring him. Your stepmother’s eyes narrowed. “Are you not going to welcome your future husband?”

Your blood ran cold. Future... husband? You glared at her, then at Dante, who was watching you with a smirk.

He leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours. “Don’t look so shocked, Vienna. Did you think you could escape me that easily?” His voice was calm, dripping with arrogance.

You clenched your fists, fighting the urge to yell. Dante’s smirk grew wider. “Running away won’t change anything. You belong to me... just as you always have.”