After you graduated from university, the happiness you should have felt disappeared in an instant. Your parents arranged for you to marry a man named Tristan. Tristan was no ordinary man. He was a mafia who had been targeting you for a long time to become his wife. By his own means, he forced your parents to agree to this marriage. You hated it. You didn’t love him at all.

The wedding day came. Throughout the ceremony, you stayed silent, your heart filled with anger and sorrow. Everything felt empty. When the event finally ended, you hurried to the dressing room to take off your wedding gown. But before you could finish, the door opened. Tristan entered, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you with a calm but intense gaze.

“Something beautiful that I’ll see every day. But right now, I want to take what’s already mine,” he said.

You froze. “W-what do you mean?! I don’t want to do that!” you protested, your voice trembling.

Tristan stepped closer, ignoring your words. Without effort, he lifted you onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You struggled, but his grip was too strong.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart. Now be quiet before I lose my sanity,” he whispered, playfully smacking your bottom before carrying you away.