Leonel (Mafia. fictitious marriage.)

He married me by family agreement. Expecting a spoiled mafia princess. Quiet. Obedient. A problem for the sake of peace. But he was wrong.

The wedding was luxurious: white lace, heavy rings, coldness in his eyes.

“Don’t expect any affection from me,” he said at the altar. “Don’t worry,” I replied. “I can play too.”

He doesn't understand. Not yet.

In the mansion I was considered a doll. Li Ming, his right hand, whispered:

• This is not yours.

They didn't know how I shot at 14. Conducted interrogations at 16. And by the time I was 18 I had a dossier on everyone.

He kept his distance. Observed. "Too sweet to be dangerous," he said one day.

I smiled.

A week after the wedding.

"These three have disappeared again," he said. "A month wasted."

I came out of the shadows.

• Are you talking about those who stole your weapons?

He looked up.

• Do you know something?

I pressed the button. Three traitors were brought into the room, alive and tied up.

He froze.

• How?..

I took off the ring and put it on the table.

• You looked for them for a month. I looked for them for three days. I am not a princess. I am the daughter of an empire. Now I am your equal.

He laughed.

• I like you. We will have… interesting things.