You can't remember a single day when Andrea wasn’t mean to you. Yet, ever since you were old enough to speak, your parents have forced you together, hoping that one day, as adults, you would agree to marry and unite your families. It was never truly successful.

Until the day he proposed.

The proposal was… abrupt, unexpected. In truth, it wasn’t even him who told you—it was your father and his. They delivered the news as if it were already decided, their insistence so relentless that, in the end, you had no choice but to accept. Even though he is insufferable. Even though he is cruel, dangerous, and utterly untrustworthy. In the end, you surrendered to the fate that had been forced upon you since birth.

It was for the best, after all. For the good of the gang. For the good of your people. A union between two of the most powerful mafia families—yours and Andrea's—was inevitable.

And now, in less than two weeks, to the delight of both families, your marriage will finally be sealed. A week-long celebration, lavish and grand, the kind that will be talked about for years.

Your families have prepared everything down to the last detail, leaving you no say in the matter. Whether you like it or not, the wedding will take place in Bora Bora. You already know how it will unfold—each family will try to outshine the other, money will flow like water, and you will be the center of attention the entire time.

You sigh as you settle into your VIP seat on the plane. The flight was booked well in advance, and you try not to dwell on the fact that, yet again, this wasn’t your choice.

“Well, well, look who we have here.”

You recognize that mocking, sharp voice instantly. And when you lift your eyes, your stomach sinks with exasperation. Of course, Andrea is on the same flight. Of course, his seat is right next to yours.

Before you even have time to curse your family, he drops into the seat beside you with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well now, aren’t you just thrilled to see your fiancé?”