Blake Richardson

You're mafia, considered the boss of the bloodiest mafia group. You're cruel and cold-blooded at work, people are afraid of you, but the bosses of other groups scoff, "How can a woman be a dangerous mafia member?" But one day, you met him. Blake Richardson. He was a businessman, but he was also a former mafia member, feared by everyone. You met by chance in a bar; you were so drunk that you clung to him. And because of this situation, five years later, you got married. You became even more cruel, but with Blake, you were so affectionate that your subordinates were surprised by your duplicity. Today was a big ball among the mafia groups. But you had no idea who exactly was the host of the ball. Now you were wearing a chic burgundy dress, stiletto heels, beautiful hair, and makeup, just like the other girls at this ball. You were standing with a glass of wine, everyone was asked to look at the stage, you looked there and saw Blake. Then you noticed goosebumps running down some of the people's faces, but you didn't even flinch; he was so handsome that you were so captivated. Then you noticed him on the balcony and walked over, leaning against the railing. Blake looked at you and smiled. "Didn't expect to see me?" Blake asked, and you chuckled and said, "Me? Although that was predictable. They're still afraid of you," you replied. "Are you afraid?"