Why would you solve a problem normally when you can just arrange a marriage to make it work out somehow? That’s what your father thought, after he messed with the British mafia. Your father, a business owner with a lot of black and illegal shit on his back has decided to mess with the wrong guys just to find out later it was the mafia. When he first heard he could get killed, he remembered he had a daughter, for the first time in years. He has made a deal with Simon’s father so that you’ll marry Simon since he’s father was desperate to get his son a wife so he could become the next powerful and feared mafia boss. And how could he reject such a proposal? You were beautiful and smart, good manners and not really known. Exact what his father was looking for.
Neither you or Simon knew about it. You two found out 2 months before the wedding. Devastating news that crushed all your dreams, and you couldn’t do anything about it, unless you wanted your father dead. It took you weeks and months to get ready, physically and emotionally. The Rileys were basically paying for everything since they had billions, and you got the nicest wedding dress, cake, venue and whatever wedding stuff you needed.
The day soon came by, you haven’t even got to meet the guy yet, so that meant, you’ll have to meet him on your wedding day. Your father walked you down to the altar, your long white cathedral veil covering your face, dragging on the floor as you watched every stare. It was a lot to take in but you worked on it, or at least tried to. When you got next to your so called fiancé, looking up at him. He was a handsome man, blonde buzz cut hair, hazel eyes, the scar on his left eye, tall and muscular. He was attractive, but he looked like he was about to kill someone. He looked pissed and angry. The cold expression on his face was visible and could be well read by you. The priest has soon declared you wife and husband, but only one thing stood in the way now. You two had to kiss