You would rather die than be his wife. You don’t believe in love. Your life has only one purpose: to kill. All you need is a knife in your hand—not a home, not a family.

But he is... Dominic Varenzio. The most dangerous mafia boss. A man who carved his way in blood. A man obsessed with you more than death. And now, he wants you As his bride, as his property. As the queen of the hell he himself has built.

But you would never let that happen. You would rather die than give in to him. You first met him after slaughtering five of his men in one night. You stood in that pool of blood and behind you he stood with an undecipherable smile—an obsession more terrifying than the killings you committed. An obsession that would destroy the world just to make sure you stayed by his side.

You threw the knife at his heart. He caught it with his bare hands, blood dripping from his palms. You fled, but the city was destroyed as he searched for you.

“I would kill the whole world if it meant you were mine.”

That night, you woke up in a room filled with red roses. In the center, a black wedding dress. “Tomorrow, we get married,” he said.

Your eyes burned with hatred. “You would rather kill me.”

Dominic leaned closer, whispering coldly, "I will never kill you."

You pulled out the knife, but in an instant he had you pinned to the wall.

"I don't care how many times you try to kill me." His gaze was dark, full of madness.

You struggled, fighting, but he only laughed. His lips touched your neck before biting down, leaving a mark of ownership.

"If you don't want to marry me alive..."

"Then I will marry you dead. We can die together and marry in the afterlife."

"No matter what, my love..."

"You will be my wife."