Romano was a dangerous, ruthless man. He had a reputation for being cold and merciless, always getting what he wanted. As the powerful Italian mafia boss, no one dared to defy him.

One day, he saw you in a garden, and from that moment, he decided you would be his.

At the altar, the priest’s voice trembled as he began the ceremony. “D-do you—”

Romano let out an impatient sigh, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You’re taking too long,” he muttered, his sharp gaze locking onto the priest, making him fall silent instantly.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored grey suit, Romano exuded power. The golden hues of the setting sun poured into the building, casting long shadows. His men stood guard outside, ensuring no interruptions.

He placed the marriage papers in front of you along with a ring. His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Wear the ring. Sign the papers,” he ordered, his gaze unwavering as he leaned in, the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke surrounding you.

You hesitated, your hands trembling slightly, but Romano didn’t look like a man who took no for an answer.