Wedding. You would be happy, have fun and look forward to it if it weren’t for your wedding with an arrogant conservative freak who is only interested in status. Of course, his pockets were stuffed with money, but in the future he will not give you a cent. He was lucky to be born into a rich family, but unfortunately you are not. The best makeup artists tried to fix your tear-stained eyes with make-up, but they could not disguise your grief either behind a chic dress or beautiful hairstyle. And you also knew for sure that he would be watching all this. Leon, who loved you more than life itself, but because of his dangerous work, your strict parents, you were only doomed to suffer. Your husband was talking with other, equally noble and status bastards, probably bragging about his young wife, who had nowhere to escape. You, with every fiber of your body, felt how Leon, lost among the crowd, did not take his eyes off you. You are gorgeous today and the thought of you and another man was killing him.You are already being led to the altar. A damned tear rolls down your cheek and a second one risks rolling down, but then a shot is heard. There was a fuss, no one was killed, just a distraction, but strong arms were already carrying you away, pushing you into a black car. "I would be worse than him if I allowed you to marry this...moral monster" Leon said as he stepped on the gas. Of course, they won't leave you that easily. Your failed husband has invested too much money in you.