he’s a mafia, you’re the daughter of his rival mafia, and as a signal for peace between the two mafias, your father and his father decided to arrange you two to marry. He never saw you, and you never saw him. So when you stepped into his house with a gun in your belt, you were tied to a chair in his office, with him sitting in front of you, glaring at you, not knowing you’re the girl he’s marrying in a week

“Who sent you?” he asked coldly