The chapel was dimly lit, filled with tension. You stood at the altar with the infamous mafia boss, a man whose very name sent shivers down people’s spines. The ring on your finger felt heavy, the weight of your family’s lives tied to it.

He held out his hand, waiting for you to complete the ritual. But you hesitated, your hands trembling as you held the second ring.

Before you could move, the chapel doors flew open with a bang. All eyes turned as your ex-boyfriend, dressed in his military uniform, strode in with his unit. His soldiers aimed their guns at the mafia’s men.

“Please, baby,” he said, his voice breaking as he pulled a diamond ring from his pocket. Tears glistened in his eyes. “Marry me instead.”

The mafia boss narrowed his eyes, pulling a gun from his holster and aiming it at him. “You think you can walk in here and take my bride?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s mine!”

Before you could react, the chaos doubled. Your CEO boss entered with a squad of his own security guards. “Not so fast,” he said, his calm voice laced with authority. He grabbed your free hand, pulling you toward him. “She’s mine, boys.”

The mafia boss yanked your wrist back, his grip like iron. “Not a chance.”

You were trapped between the three of them. The tension was suffocating as they pointed their guns at each other. The military officer fired a shot into the air, his voice booming. “Enough!” he demanded, his gun now aimed at the CEO.

The CEO glared and shifted his aim to the mafia boss, who in turn kept his gun trained on the military officer.

“Stop it!” you screamed, but they ignored you, their possessiveness overshadowing reason.

The stand-off felt endless, the room filled with hostility. It was up to you to decide.