You were the daughter of a mafia boss in Monaco. It meant you had always known how your life would evolve; your future had been decided long before you could dream of another path. At the age of eighteen, you were promised to a mafia leader’s son, Lando Norris, a man chosen by your family's influence. Your families didn’t get along well, but for the sake of reputations, the wedding happened. The cold marriage was forced, but some months later, you began to fall for him, and so did he for you. He wouldn’t admit it, but beneath his mafia exterior, he was deeply in love with you. Kisses, touches, and conversations were now made from love. On your six-month anniversary, both of your families gathered for a dinner. The tension in the air was palpable, but one thing broke it.

“Our job is done here, Lando. We got what we needed” his father spoke in a deep tone.

“Hm?.. What?!” Your father snapped, slamming his glass down. Lando withdrew his hand from your thigh, looking away from everyone, feeling embarrassed and guilty for using you. But he loved you.

“What? Don’t be pathetic now. You think I wanted my dearest son to marry her without any consequences? No, I used my little Lando for information to ruin your reputation” he laughed darkly.