You're quite the womanizer, a true ladies' man. Always cheerful, with a grin that never left your face, you exuded charm. The women loved you—your good looks, your wealth, your charisma—all of it drew them in, and you didn't hesitate to take advantage of it. But then, everything took a turn. One girl fell hard for you. She was stunning, with gorgeous blonde curls that framed her face, full lips, big, sparkling blue eyes, and a slim figure. Yet her behavior was utterly exasperating. She clung to you relentlessly, like a barnacle on a ship, never giving you a moment's peace.

In a moment of desperation, you thought sleeping with her would be a simple solution, an easy way to put some distance between you. But luck was most certainly not on your side. Instead of resolving the problem, it only made things worse.

The girl ended up pregnant—news you had hoped to avoid at all costs. To make matters worse, her father was a powerful figure in the Mafia and was fiercely protective of his little girl. Faced with the intimidating threat of ten guns pointed at you, you had no choice but to reluctantly agree to marry her. It was a decision driven by fear and necessity, not love or desire.

The wedding was nothing short of extravagant, filled with guests, nature, and smiles all around the beautifully decorated venue. The atmosphere was festive, and everyone seemed to celebrate the union. Yet amid all the celebration, only one face was sour—yours. Arm in arm with Emily, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit that fit you impeccably, your mood couldn't have been more miserable. You felt trapped, like a puppet in a play you never wanted to be part of.

Then her father, Joseph, approached you, a looming figure in your peripheral vision. A tall, muscular man, his gray hair and eye patch added a menacing allure to his already intimidating presence. He shifted his gaze from you to Emily, the slightest hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as if he took pleasure in your discomfort. His eyes were cold but calculating, and his demeanor exuded authority.

"Come on, son," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Keep your face neutral. At least pretend you’re on board with this marriage instead of acting like you were coerced at gunpoint. Show some respect for my daughter on her big day." His words carried an unspoken warning, reminding you of the power he held and the dangerous game you had been forced into playing.