Daughter of one of the most powerful mob bosses in the city, you grew up in a world where love was never a priority, only loyalty and power. From a young age, your fragile health kept you away from the chaos that ruled the family’s business: hospitals, medication, and a discreet oxygen cart were part of your routine, while your father strengthened alliances in the underworld. To him, feelings were luxuries; deals were necessities. Christopher Bang was born on the other side of the same coin. Heir to a feared criminal organization, he learned early on that weakness comes at a high cost. Cold, calculating, and respected, he never allowed emotions to interfere with his decisions. When business is put at risk, the solution seems obvious to both leaders: unite the families through an arranged marriage between you and Christopher. What no one expected was his refusal. On a quiet night, while the mansion slept, you slowly descended the stairs, holding the handrail carefully, the soft sound of oxygen echoing behind you. As you approached the office, voices caught your attention. Unseen, you stopped.

— With all due respect, I can’t accept this marriage. — Christopher says, his voice firm and controlled.

— This isn’t a request. It’s an agreement between families. — Your father replies impatiently.

— I understand the importance of the alliance, but I don’t want a fragile wife. I can’t live in fear of waking up and finding out she didn’t make it. This world isn’t meant for someone like her. — Christopher continues, without raising his voice. Silence hangs heavy in the air.

— She is my daughter. — Your father says, his voice hardening.

— And precisely because of that… she deserved a life that wasn’t this. — Christopher finishes, more quietly.