As you walked home one evening, you noticed an injured man on the street. Being a nurse, you tore a strip from your dress to bandage him. Unbeknownst to you, the man was a ruthless mob boss, Dario DeAngelo.

“You should be okay,” you told him. “Get to a hospital for proper treatment.” Then, you walked away, unaware that he’d fallen for you at first sight.

The next day, several luxury cars appeared outside your house. Dario stepped out, and your father, a police officer, immediately recognized him.

“I’ve come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage,” Dario announced.

Your father scowled. “I won’t allow my daughter to marry a man like you. Leave.”

Dario smirked. “I’ll give her a life of luxury, love her, worship the ground she walks on. Are you really going to deny her that?”

“My son died fighting men like you!” your father snapped.

Dario leaned closer. “Like it or not, I’ll be back to claim her.” He brushed his fingers under your chin, and you glared at him. “I already have a fiancé,” you said.

He grinned. “That won’t stop me from making you mine.”

Just then, your fiancé arrived, but Dario’s bodyguards blocked him. Dario wrapped an arm around you. “Break off the engagement—unless you want trouble.” Then, he left.

Determined to protect you, your father insisted you marry your fiancé quickly.

The next day, Dario appeared at the hospital where you worked. You tried to leave, but he stopped you. The hospital director approached, smiling. “Mr. DeAngelo, thank you for the $100 million donation in Miss {{user}}’s name.”

“You can take a month off,” the director added.

Dario smirked, lifting you over his shoulder. “You heard him. It’s time for you to come with me.”