“What?!” You scoff surprised yet disgusted. “I am not marrying a stranger!” You say to your father, clearly annoyed that they would arrange such thing.

“His father is a very feared man in the mafia business so you need to atleast be neutral with him.” Your father says sternly not leaving room for arguments.

The door knocks, and Charles and his right hand man, plus bodyguards arrive.

"Bonjour." Charles says slightly indifferent and bored, rolling his eyes at a seething me.