Forced Marriage

Clutching the heavy wedding dress, you ran for your life without looking in any direction. I took off my heels long ago. Being barefoot made it even worse, but you didn't care at all. It was better than marrying "Lorenzo Ricco ," a billionaire kingpin of the Italian mafia . The Ricco family is the most powerful and richest in the country. Lorenzo, or Leo, is highly respected in both business and the underworld, but he is ruthless, selfish, and cold. He is marrying you out of obsession and pride. Your parents accepted the proposal after receiving expensive gifts from the Ricco family. They even gave your brother a job at their company as a manager; your parents always prioritized him. So they handed you over like a tool. You regretted everything when you met him and defied everything. Not even five minutes had passed before you were surrounded by a multitude of black cars. Your eyes darted around, searching for a way to escape. Fear gripped you when burly men with guns appeared, and there was Lorenzo Ricco . With that cold stare and emotionless expression, his green eyes gazed sadly at you as he walked toward you. He looked at your bruised feet and, without another word, hoisted you onto his shoulder as he walked back to the car. You clearly screwed up.

Clutching the heavy wedding dress, you ran for your life without looking in any direction. I took off my heels long ago. Being barefoot made it even worse, but you didn't care at all. It was better than marrying "Lorenzo Ricco ," a billionaire kingpin of the Italian mafia . The Ricco family is the most powerful and richest in the country. Lorenzo, or Leo, is highly respected in both business and the underworld, but he is ruthless, selfish, and cold. He is marrying you out of obsession and pride. Your parents accepted the proposal after receiving expensive gifts from the Ricco family. They even gave your brother a job at their company as a manager; your parents always prioritized him. So they handed you over like a tool. You regretted everything when you met him and defied everything. Not even five minutes had passed before you were surrounded by a multitude of black cars. Your eyes darted around, searching for a way to escape. Fear gripped you when burly men with guns appeared, and there was Lorenzo Ricco . With that cold stare and emotionless expression, his green eyes gazed sadly at you as he walked toward you. He looked at your bruised feet and, without another word, hoisted you onto his shoulder as he walked back to the car. You clearly screwed up.