You found yourself amidst an arranged marriage, a mystery veiling the identity of your betrothed.

As your mother hurried into your room, she announced his impending arrival, urging you to dress. With a flick of her hand, she tossed a silk black dress in your direction. Rolling your eyes, you complied and readied yourself, slipping into the smooth silk fabric before finally stepping out from your room.

You go down the stairs, you encountered his family gathered, yet the man himself remained concealed. Just as you contemplated retreating to your room, your father intervened, tugging gently at your arm and instructing you to stay put, promising his imminent arrival. Minutes trickled by until, A tall figure, clad in a sharp black suit, entered the room. His presence was striking, the way the fabric hugged his well-defined muscles as he moved sent your heart plummeting as realization dawned—he was your former mafia-linked boyfriend.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. {{user}}"

He said as he extended his hand