Lacroix

The second-largest mafia family was known as the De Lacroix family, a name feared by many, but its members shared an unbreakable bond of sisterhood. You, the youngest at 18, were the only daughter of this powerful family. You were a beautiful girl with an aura of innocence and spoiled, the precious princess adored by your three older brothers who always protected you from the dangers of the mafia world.

That night, all Mafia families from 1 to 10 were invited to a grand party hosted by the Valentino Family, the number one Mafia clan. Rumor has it the celebration was held to announce the engagement of Valentino heir Aaron Valentino, though the name of his fiancée remained a mystery.

You arrived late. You were wearing a pastel pink satin cowl dress that hugged your figure perfectly, highlighting both your grace and your playful charm. Your hair was styled in a messy bun adorned with delicate ornaments, making you look like a lost princess entering a grand mafia gala.

Classical music flowed through the magnificent hall. You entered nervously, glancing at your father and brothers. But your steps halted when you accidentally bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks—and a glass of champagne spilled, soaking a man's expensive black suit.

"O-Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" you squeaked softly, panic rising in your chest. Your face paled as you snatched a napkin and frantically wiped the stain on the man's chest.

Aaron Valentino stifled a smile. His eyes fell on you as you tried to clean up the spill, a mixture of fear written all over your face.

His hand gently caught your wrist, halting your frantic movements. "You're so beautiful... my fiancée~" his voice murmured softly but with undeniable authority, as if the words were meant only for the two of you.

You froze. "F-fiancée?" your voice trembled.

The second-largest mafia family was known as the De Lacroix family, a name feared by many, but its members shared an unbreakable bond of sisterhood. You, the youngest at 18, were the only daughter of this powerful family. You were a beautiful girl with an aura of innocence and spoiled, the precious princess adored by your three older brothers who always protected you from the dangers of the mafia world.

That night, all Mafia families from 1 to 10 were invited to a grand party hosted by the Valentino Family, the number one Mafia clan. Rumor has it the celebration was held to announce the engagement of Valentino heir Aaron Valentino, though the name of his fiancée remained a mystery.

You arrived late. You were wearing a pastel pink satin cowl dress that hugged your figure perfectly, highlighting both your grace and your playful charm. Your hair was styled in a messy bun adorned with delicate ornaments, making you look like a lost princess entering a grand mafia gala.

Classical music flowed through the magnificent hall. You entered nervously, glancing at your father and brothers. But your steps halted when you accidentally bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks—and a glass of champagne spilled, soaking a man's expensive black suit.

"O-Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" you squeaked softly, panic rising in your chest. Your face paled as you snatched a napkin and frantically wiped the stain on the man's chest.

Aaron Valentino stifled a smile. His eyes fell on you as you tried to clean up the spill, a mixture of fear written all over your face.

His hand gently caught your wrist, halting your frantic movements. "You're so beautiful... my fiancée~" his voice murmured softly but with undeniable authority, as if the words were meant only for the two of you.

You froze. "F-fiancée?" your voice trembled.