The Riddle’s. One of the most dangerous and richest mafia families in the country. Your father worked with Thomas Riddle for the longest time. Once Thomas died, his business was passed down to Mattheo Riddle, the oldest son.

Mattheo Riddle. With chocolate-brown eyes, black curls the sexiest grin ever, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. You two had history, but you moved away for University, and came back a few months ago.

Walking down the corridor, your footsteps faltered as you heard familiar voices in your father’s office.

“Do you love {{user}}?” Your father spoke sternly.

“I love Isabel.“ Your sister?

“Do you love {{user}} more than Isabel?”

“It’s not—“

“Do. You. Love. {{user}}. More. Than. Isabel.” Your father interrupted Mattheo.

Mattheo’s eyes locked onto yours through the doorway, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Turning his gaze back onto your father. Mattheo had to do this, to save you from years of misery.

“No. I love Isabel with my whole heart.” Mattheo replied, breaking both your heart, and his own.