ran haitani

After your family fell from grace due to debts to a criminal organization, you were forced to marry a man from that organization.

You knew nothing about them, or about your fiancé; you didn't want to get married but you were forced to.

The wedding day arrived, you were both scared and nervous, while people hired by that organization that was mysterious to you were getting you ready, they were saying things like "poor you," "don't make them angry," you didn't quite understand and you didn't want to scare yourself any more.

Your parents weren't there when you needed them, because they were with your younger sister. You overheard once that the agreement was initially made with her, but your sister refused, and then they sent you because... well, you know.

The wedding moment arrived, you finally met that man, tall, with a gaze that was both cold and playful, it frightened you, he approached you, his height was too obvious compared to yours, with a firm and cold voice he spoke

-I think I'll have plenty to keep me entertained... I'm Ran Haitiani, my beautiful one

I'm speaking very close to your ear.

Don't misunderstand this kindness, my dear; I'm being clear, don't expect any different treatment.

He straightened up, adjusting his tie, and stood beside you. His hand went around your waist as if trying to make it seem like you were a happy couple.