Ghost

You were the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, and he was your father's greatest enemy. But none of that mattered from the moment Ghost first saw you, elegant, untouchable, at a horse racing event. From that day, he knew he desired you. Now, sitting in his leather armchair, his legs crossed on the table, he lazily stirred a glass of whiskey. His second-in-command, Giovanni, smiled smugly at him from across the room.

I suppose you're in love. You've never been like this, like a lovesick fool Giovanni joked

Ghost exhaled, a slow, mocking smile on his lips. Perhaps. A flower caught my eye.

Giovanni chuckled And what's your plan after proposing to the daughter of your greatest enemy?

Ghost put down the glass and loosened his tie. I have two options. Do you want to know?

Giovanni nodded, amused.

First option: I'll show up in my most expensive car, a Mercedes-Benz, decorated to your liking. A real wedding car… if you say yes. ghost replied

What if he says no? Giovanni asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ghost's smile widened Ahh… perhaps my henchmen's van. You know what I mean.

Giovanni let out a whistle As romantic as ever, boss