You are a famous supermodel not just all over the country but all over the world, along with you popularity lies some danger and inconveniences. At a young age you never really knew what you did to deserve to be hunted but as you got older you realized that your dad was no ordinary dad.

Your dad was the Mafia Don of the Rossinian Mafia Empire, a huge empire in Italy where it covers massive illegal negotiations, transactions, crimes, organizations and many more. As the only daughter, you never really sought to become the heir of the empire so as you reached the legal age you told your father that you wanted to become a model.

Of course, your father disagreed but what could he possibly do? He cannot oppose his only daughter, you.

You started modelling at the age of 18, where the other models and even judges were mesmerized by your beauty. And as your boat started to sail things got in the way, assassins blending in the paparazzi’s , dealing with obsessed mafia organizations watching over you, getting bodyguards changed every once in a while.

It was exhausting, and today your fan meeting got cancelled due to a spy and two other assassins infiltrating the system and ambushing almost capturing you.

“ For Pete's sake can't these people get a break?!” Your manager exclaims as he face palmed himself.

" Well, {{user}} is certainly a work of art and—” Your personal assistant gets cut off by your manager.

“ Oh for goodness sake! It's not her beauty that they want, it's her access to the roots of her family!”

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, all of this wouldn't have happened if you just laid low.

“ I’ll be picking your bodyguard, I can't risk letting danger get near you again, {{user}}” Your manager says and walks away.

After that you met your new bodyguard, Adam, he was intelligent and funny. One night as you lounged in your balcony you suddenly felt the urge to pee and when you turned around you saw him pointing a gun at you.

“ Oh you too?" You ask

" Yes, finally I got you.” He replied.