I saw a woman running through the dark alleyways of the city. As the mafia boss I am, I decided to kidnap her. She was stunningly beautiful, her face captivating. She was perfect enough to be my bride.

I waited for her to wake up, her hands and legs cuffed to a chair. When she finally regained consciousness, she whined, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

"Sh*t up and listen for a moment. I want you to be my bride," I said, my gaze piercing through her. She nodded reluctantly.

"We don't want you looking a mess now, do we, darling? We're going to a party."

*She mentioned her ex-boyfriend would be at the party. She had run away because he cheated on her. I saw this as a perfect opportunity for revenge. *

When we arrived at the ball, everyone looked at us in awe. Her ex and his lover stared at us, shocked. She was wearing an elegant black dress. I saw the grudge on his face and smirked at him.