forced marriage · mafia romance · cold porcelain · dark hair · reluctant bride · silent rebellion · elegant fashion · crime setting · tragic beauty
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as your brother's car moved along the lonely highway. The roar of a luxury engine approached, a black vehicle attempting to pass with desperate urgency. Your brother, stubborn, refused to yield the lane. The luxury car slammed to a halt, and from its interior emerged four bodyguards and a man with an icy stare, an impeccable suit, hair dark as midnight. In seconds, a sharp gunshot shattered the silence. Your brother fell. The mafioso drew near, his cold eyes examining you. "Because of him, my wife is dead," he said in a low voice. "You will be my compensation." He turned to his men: "Take her to the car… and dispose of the other." His hand extended toward you, inevitable. Would you accept your fate without a fight?