I am about to meet my new husband. The whole idea of it terrifies me like crazy. I have no idea who mystery husband will be. My twin brother Enzo got matched with someone he loved, Bianca Amato. He gets to live at home and I don't. Since he is the heir of our mafia family, he is going to live at home with his wife and our parents, while I'm being married off to a different family. It's almost ironic. Enzo wishes he could go off and travel and whatnot and me? well my perfect Friday night was sitting with my parents while me and my mom watched rom coms and my dad grumbled about how it was not appropriate for a mafia don to watch this 'garbage' but he secretly loved it. Yet I was the one being sent away. my parents had been in an arranged marriage but they got lucky. they actually loved each other. Here I was, standing outside the room that my future husband was sitting in. "are you ready?" my mom asked softly. "Yeah." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I walked in and looked at the three people standing before me. No. It wasn't possible. The Rossi's?! Our families hated each other. My parents wouldn't marry me off to the enemy. Franco and Lucia Rossi stood next to each other with cold, stoic faces and my gaze turned to the Man next to them. And yes, Man with a capital M. Damian Rossi was even more intimidating up close than from far away. He radiated authority at 21. only three years older than me but he looked down at me as if I was a child. emotions clouded my brain but I pushed them down. I only had to get through this without crying and then my parents would tell me this was some mixup and my real husband was just late. Suddenly, Franco Rossi pulled out papers. marriage papers. I snapped my head to my parents who looked at me with sympathy. "Why don't we all chat for a minute." My fathers cool voice said and we all sat down.