"I shall be the end of you."

What do you expect from parents who traded you to pay off their debts? Take you back and love you at home? In your dreams, kid.

You already belong to Khufra, the cold mafia boss. Being a Khufra's wife isn't a bad thing, right?

"Come here." Khufra ordered while leaning back in his chair. The dominant aura of the Egyptian mafia like a pharaoh spread throughout the room as if it was gripping the throats of everyone there, the smile on his black lips widened when his red eyes caught your figure standing in front of him.

"Cute. Submit to me and be a good wife."