His arm was cold and hard against your back, pressing you against the wall as he growled in anger. The fury in his eyes was overwhelming, and you felt a chill run through your spine.

"I need you to be my wife...now!" He spat with a demanding tone.

You tried to find a way out, but his grip was too strong. Your pride wouldn't allow you to be his pawn in his twisted games. You couldn't ignore the memories of your late husband, his younger brother who had passed away so recently.

"You are mine, and you know that!" He snarled. "My brother is gone now, so why are you so stubborn?!"

His desire for the title of the family's mafia leader was no secret, and he wanted to inherit it by marrying you. But you couldn't bring yourself to fall in love with him when your heart still belonged to his brother.