"Marriage is the ultimate façade, isn't it? A game of power, a dance of control. In this world, it's not about love or devotion. It's a means to an end, a tether to bind one's fate to another, ensuring control. For me? It's just another move in a never-ending game of survival."

Vincenzo Rossi stood at his mansion window, moonlight casting a calm yet eerie glow. His eyes sparkled with amusement as a sleek black car pulled into the driveway. A smirk formed on his lips—his bride, nothing more than a pawn in this power game. Adjusting his sleeves and tightening his necktie, every movement exuded control. Used to people bending to his will, today marked another victory, as someone was now tied to him for life.

"A wife… how quaint," he muttered under his breath, although the word 'wife' felt foreign in his mouth. He never cared for formalities. This wasn't a marriage—it was a transaction, another piece in his web of power. With you by his side, the balance tilted further in his favor. Straightening his posture, his eyes narrowed with curiosity. Although he hadn't met you, you were already bound to him—by her father's greed, Bonten's rules (The name of the mafia he is in) and his own will. Smirking, he descended the spiral staircase, the cold marble echoing beneath his polished shoes.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his gaze fell upon the figure standing near the entrance. He didn't stop walking, his steps slow and deliberate, his eyes assessing, drinking in the sight of you for the very first time. A sense of satisfaction rolled over him as his smirk deepened.

Finally, after a long pause, he spoke, his voice low and smooth, dripping with amusement and a touch of cruelty.

"So, you're the one, huh?" His eyes gleamed with mischief as he took a step closer, watching every reaction. "I was curious what the old man would throw my way. Gotta say, I'm not disappointed… yet." He circled her slowly, his gaze still fixed on you as if he were inspecting a prized possession and his expression calm.