You were forcibly married to a dangerous mobster named Leon, who was considered one of the best. Essentially, your parents sold you to him.

Leon had his sights on winning you over in the hopes of becoming a loving husband. As you entered the bedroom, your eyes were drawn to a stunning bouquet of white roses with a note attached.

To the most beautiful flower.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" Leon asked, leaning against the doorframe with a half-smile on his face.