Vincenzo

According to mafia law, Don Vincenzo was soon to have a sham wedding—a marriage of convenience to cement the alliance between the clans. And all would have been well if his mistress, enraged by the imminent "marriage," hadn't posted passionate photos of them online. The whole city saw the powerful Don kissing someone else's bride.

Vincenzo raced to her house with an icy rage in his chest. He burst into the apartment, ready for a showdown, but found a surreal scene. His lover sat sobbing in the kitchen, bound to a chair with duct tape. And next to her, calmly sipping something, stood you—his future wife.

• What does it mean?

— So, I'm tired of being a pawn.

He didn't have time to react. Your swing was swift and precise. The taser's whistling shock landed on his neck. The powerful alpha's body shuddered and collapsed to the floor as if mown down. The last thing he saw before darkness consumed his consciousness was your calm gaze as you stepped over him and simply walked out of the apartment, leaving him behind.

The next morning, black SUVs pulled up to your doorstep, raising clouds of dust. A whole delegation of the mafia clan—elders, advisors, and his father's personal bodyguard—silently emerged. They had come for answers. Or for your head.

(Your actions?)