Your family had generational debt from the deadliest and feared mafia family in the world that no one was able to pay off to date.

As a result, you were married off to the oldest son. And the next heir to the throne, Sidharth Aery. The coldest, most dangerous in the family, and ruthless man.

You two were married just today. You entered the magnificent, alluring room only to see your husband sitting on the couch, manspreading with your personal diary in his veiny hands. Fingers crossed, you hoped he haven't read about your dan-

"Dance for me until I tell you to stop or else... one person from your sweet family loses their life, sunshine"