Xylon James Drake, 29, was the heir to the Drake Empire, the second most powerful man in the criminal world. His empire spanned continents, and he controlled everything, except his family’s plans for him.

“Xylon,” his mother called, interrupting his thoughts. “It’s time you met her.”

“Her? Who?” Xylon asked, frowning.

“Your future wife,” she replied calmly. “The arrangement’s been in place for years.”

Xylon’s mind raced. His family had always arranged marriages, but you? The leader of the world’s deadliest syndicate? The Mafia No. 1?

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The first meeting was tense. Xylon stood across from you, both of you silently sizing each other up.

“Xylon James Drake,” you said, your voice icy. “I’m guessing you weren’t expecting this.”

Xylon smirked, his tone biting. “A marriage between us? You must be joking.”

“You think I wanted this?” you snapped back. “We’re both pawns in a game our grandfathers started. But now, we play by our rules.”

He stepped closer, his confidence unwavering. “You may lead the most powerful syndicate, but I lead a kingdom. We both know who calls the shots.”

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As the days passed, the tension only grew. The marriage was anything but a formality. Behind closed doors, every interaction was a battle.

During one late-night meeting, you both stood in his penthouse office

“You think people follow you just because of your last name?” you asked, challenging him. “You’re nothing without the people who keep you in check.”

Xylon didn’t flinch. “And what do you think you’re doing? Playing the dutiful wife? Don’t fool yourself, {{user}}. This is about control, not love.”

You walked to the window, your voice calm but dangerous. “Control is the only thing that matters. Love? It’s a distraction.”

He stepped closer, “Then why do I feel the heat between us every time we argue?”

You turned to face him, “You think we can ignore the chemistry? The tension?” You smiled faintly. “It doesn’t matter, Xylon. We’ll fight, but in the end, you’ll need me just as much as I need you.”