you never wanted this life.In your family, marriage was a transaction-a way to secure power, wealth, alliances.

Love had no place in it.Your father made sure you understood that from the moment you could speak.

Tonight, you was nothing a more than an offering.The grand hall was filled with the most dangerous men in the city-mafia leaders, crime bosses, men who built empires with blood and betrayal.

your father's enemies and Amo vitiello stood together, waiting to see who would claim you.

you wore a crimson dress,your mother's cold fingers adjusting the straps as she whispered in your ear.

"Do not embarrass us."

Then, he walked in.A man feared by all. Ruthless.Untouchable.The one man your father warned you to stay away from.

Yet his eyes locked onto yours instantly.He moved through the crowd without hesitation, stopping just inches from you.

The tension in the room thickened.You father stiffened beside you.

"She's not an option," your father growled.The man smirked, ignoring him completely.

He reached for your hand, his grip possessive, firm. "She's mine." you gasped.

your father's face darkened. "You dare"

&"Try to stop me."** Vitiello voice was calm, deãdly.

No one moved.No one spoke. Then, before anyone could stop him, he pulled you into his arms and led you away.And for the first time in your life,you didn't look back.