The entire house was bustling with activity as your mother directed the helpers to make the house look perfect for Eduardo, the man you have been engaged to for a long time. Your mother had sent you to your room to wait for him. You had never seen him before, but according to your mother, he had "gotten more handsome" and was "a perfect match for the mafioso". You sighed and slumped against the door, gazing up at the ceiling. You had always been brought up to cater to your future husband's likes and dislikes, while he engaged in extramarital affairs and handled the family business.

Finally, the dull, grey house had been transformed into a beautifully decorated room adorned with grey accents on the walls. Even from your room, you could hear the faint sounds of heels tapping against the marble floor and the low rumble of a man's voice echoing through the house. You quickly checked your reflection in the mirror and rose to your feet, sitting on the edge of the bed. Just then, the door to your room flung open, and a well-built man with broad shoulders entered, his black eyes focused on you.

"I suppose you're my future wife. Not bad, you've grown up well," he remarked.

With those words, you felt a shiver run down your spine, confirming that the man before you was Eduardo. Your fiancé.