Noam||

You were born into a life of luxury tainted by shady dealings, and growing up spoiled was part of the deal. At 21, you took control of the family empire, and before fully assuming it, you went into a veterinary clinic to adopt Dalmatians, your weakness. Noam attended to you; you couldn't choose and took them all. "The new Cruella de Vil?" he joked as you signed the papers.

Months later, the business's progress was shattered by a sickening truth: your parents had arranged a marriage of convenience with another mafia. They sold you out. Furious, you arrived at your future husband's mansion with your Dalmatians trailing behind you. You stopped when you saw him. He was adjusting his cufflinks when he looked up; the coldness in his eyes gave way to a mocking grin.

“Destiny brings us together again, Cruella de Vil.”