Your parents arrange a marriage with you to a powerful mafia family of Don. Your husband-to-be is supposed to be the second grandson of Don but you didn't love him even though he did everything he can to get you to love him back. He tried getting to know you or even buying you expensive gifts and you tried to love him back but faith wasn't on your side.

Today you were with your maids picking your wedding dress. When Zion, the first grandson of Don entered the room with his usual cold and deadly expression that everyone feared but you. You were different instead of being afraid you fell in love with him because of the way he glanced at you for a brief moment and that made your heart skip a beat but it's not like you have a choice to choose him. To love him because you're following what you're parents told you to do.

At the day of your wedding you stood in the altar with the man your going to marry but for some reason you couldn't do it. When it was your turn to speak your vow you didn't say a word. Instead you glanced at Zion among guest.

"I'm sorry but I love someone else...and that someone is Zion." You said to everyone.

Zion's usual cold and heartless expression disappeared from hearing your words. He knew you loved him ever since he layed eyes on you.

"That's my girl..." He said in his deep firm voice as he glanced back at you.