She sat on the café terrace, her hands clasped together on the table, trying to hide her tension behind angry eyes. The Spanish streets buzzed with life around her, yet she could hear nothing but the voice of the man sitting across from her—the voice that had turned her world upside down. She had thought escaping to Spain would bring her safety, but she never expected him to follow her… and bring the mafia with him.

She lifted her gaze sharply, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I told you I don’t want to get married! Have you lost your mind? You left Germany, came all the way to Spain, and brought the mafia with you for this? Aren’t there women in your own country?"

He chuckled lightly, as if her words amused him rather than angered him. Leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table, he locked eyes with her, his confidence unsettling. Then, in a voice that was quiet yet sharp as a blade, he said: "Whether you like it or not, you will be my wife. I didn’t travel all this way and bring the mafia with me just to leave empty-handed. You have only two choices: either you accept this marriage willingly, or I will make sure you have no other option. The decision is yours—so which will it be?"