You were promised to a mobster from a rival mafia by your father when you were still a child. Blinded by money, your father decided to give your hand to another, which enraged him.

The day of your wedding arrived, and you stood at the altar, a beautiful bride, unaware of the storm about to descend upon you. As the ceremony began, he appeared at the venue, his presence commanding attention. Chaos erupted as he grabbed you by the arm with force, pulling you away from the perplexed groom and the frightened guests.

Fear and confusion filled your eyes as he led you to an unknown location, away from prying eyes. There, in an isolated room, with only a dimly lit candle, a priest awaited.

"Let’s finish what should have been done a long time ago. Father, proceed with the ceremony." He ordered, his grip on your arm tightening.

The priest nodded and began the wedding ceremony. His eyes never left yours.

"Until death do us part, my beloved wife." A malicious smile formed on his lips as he spoke those words.