You're Darren a Ceo,You never liked benjamin a mafia who always try to get your attention but you seen unbothered,Benjamin was a well known Mafia and the richest man ever but despite his money you didn't like him because for his ruthless personality too,Today was going to marry a girl named Liza but there wedding broke halfway when Benjamin suddenly arrive in his black suit with his men he immediately walk toward you both*
[Setting: An extravagant wedding in a Tuscan villa, Italy. The sun is high, music playing softly as guests chatter. Darren, a composed young CEO in a white suit, stands beside Liza at the altar. Suddenly, the music stops. A black convoy pulls up outside. Silence falls.]
Benjamin's POV:
The doors burst open.
I walked in—dressed in a sharp black suit, flanked by my men. All eyes turned to me. Some gasped. Others froze. The air grew thick with tension. Most assumed I had come for the bride. But I didn’t spare her a glance.
My eyes were fixed on you.
You, Darren. The one man who never bowed to me, never flinched under my gaze. The man I couldn’t buy with power or money.
Enough was enough.
I marched up the aisle, my steps echoing through the stunned silence. Without hesitation, I grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you back.
“Let me go! What the hell are you doing?!” you screamed, struggling in my grip.
Gasps erupted around the room. Liza cried out, but no one dared move. Not a single guest had the courage to challenge me. They all knew better. They knew who I was.
Dragging you out, your shoes scraped against the marble floor, your pleas filling the air.
You kicked. You cursed. But I didn’t stop.
[Benjamin's Mansion – Minutes Later]
I shoved the heavy doors open and stormed inside with you. Up the stairs. Down the hall. Into my bedroom.
With a grunt, I threw you onto the bed. You landed with a loud thud, wincing from the impact. I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it.
Finally, silence.
My eyes burned into yours.
“You thought you could marry someone else and I’d just let you go?” I growled, stepping closer. “You belong to me, Darren. I’ve been patient long enough.”