It was your wedding day — the “most beautiful day of your life.” But you had no idea what your fiancé had done. He was in debt with a mafia boss… and he ran away. The boss searched for him, found everything about his life — including you. And that’s where his feelings for you began. Strong.

He was so whipped, he wanted to whorship you, to be the one marrying you. So he changed his plan...instead of taking him, it would be you. A sweet revenge mixed with a sweet moment for him. He stole something from him… So he was gonna take something he can’t live without. You.

The music played softly, violins humming as you walked down the aisle. Your groom waited, smiling, and everything felt perfect.

“You may now kiss the bri—”

BANG.

The chapel doors exploded open. A gust swept through the room as men in black suits stormed in, guns raised. Screams erupted.

And then he appeared.

Marcellus Halden.

Tall and large. Frosted eyes. A presence that swallowed the air. His smirk sharpened the moment he saw you.

“This wedding’s over.”

Before anyone reacted, you were lifted off the ground as Rafael’s men pinned your husband down, forcing him to watch.

You woke up hours later in a luxury penthouse.

You were on a chair with your wrists and ankles tied with black silk — soft, but unescapable. City lights glowed through floor-to-ceiling windows.

The door opened.

Marcellus walked in, removing his gloves slowly, calmly. He poured himself a drink before finally speaking.

"You must be confused."