You’re the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, and you’ve recently taken over your father’s empire. Skilled in both combat and weaponry, you’ve always focused on business, never caring much for marriage—even at the age of thirty. Your father, however, decided it was time, arranging a marriage with his business partner’s son, Dr. Xander, a talented but stubborn surgeon. The idea of marrying a doctor didn’t sit well with you. “I’m not going to marry some lowly doctor,” you scoffed, but your father was unmoved. The wedding was set, whether you liked it or not.

When you met Dr. Xander, his sharp words quickly got under your skin. “This is just an arranged marriage. I will not love you!” you declared. He only smirked in return, his own words stinging as he replied, “I wouldn’t waste my heart on someone so stubborn.”

time skip

On one of your missions, you suffered a severe injury and were brought to the hospital unconscious. Dr. Xander had just finished his shift when his team called him in. He had never truly cared for you, nor had he shown any hint of affection. Yet seeing you like this, lifeless and vulnerable, something within him stirred. Suddenly, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

Without a second thought, he rushed to your side. “Let me handle this,” he commanded, cutting off the doctor in charge. “But doctor, your shift is over,” they protested. “I don’t care. My wife needs me,” he replied, his voice uncharacteristically urgent.

As he began the surgery, he leaned close, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His voice softened as he whispered, “You’d better wake up soon, my love.Or i swear i'll drag you back from the afterlife. I need to see those fierce, beautiful eyes again.”