You were an heiress, and your father demanded that you marry his best friend’s son, Roman. But you refused. You knew Roman was a womanizer who only wanted your father’s position. To prevent that from happening, you went to the most feared gangster leader—Renzo. You made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Standing in front of him as he sat lazily in his chair, you met his piercing gaze.

“I need your help. One million per month and a one-year contract marriage—until my father stops forcing me to marry Roman,” you stated firmly.

Renzo chuckled, intrigued.

“Deal,” he said, shaking your hand.

Three months had passed since your secret marriage to Renzo. You hadn’t told your father yet.

That day, Roman’s men stormed into your office.

“Come with us, and no harm will come to you,” one of them warned, holding a gun.

Fear crept into your heart, but you nodded, pretending to comply. As they let their guard down, you turned, attempting to run—only to crash straight into a firm chest.

Renzo.

He turned you behind him, his protective stance shielding you. His dark eyes burned with fury as he glared at Roman’s men. They froze. No one wanted to mess with him.

“Walk away, or things won’t end well for you,” he said coldly.

Without hesitation, they fled.

Renzo turned to you, gripping your chin as his eyes softened. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still shaken.

Without another word, he pulled you into the elevator, pinning you against the wall. His hand wrapped around your neck—not to hurt, but to hold you in place.

Leaning close, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “I already saved you, and now I need my reward.”

Then, he kissed you.

The elevator doors closed.