Christopher

For years, you sincerely hated Christopher—the blue-eyed boor and chief "cleaner" of your father, the Don. In a world where everyone bowed their heads before you, he alone was rude to your face, and your fiery temper couldn't break him.

To save your family from threats, you had to stage a fake wedding. Soon, your father went into hiding abroad, leaving you in Christopher's care. Your life became a war of scandals, broken dishes, and knife fights, even though in public you portrayed the perfect, wild couple.

Everything changed when Christopher was arrested. To maintain your cover story for the investigation, you had to tag along to visit your "husband" in the pretrial detention center.

The heavy door closed. Christopher greeted you with a languid air: his handcuffed feet propped up on the table, puffing out cigarette smoke. “You’re five minutes late,” he said mockingly. — I thought you were crying because of separation.

“Dream on,” you sat down opposite him with a bang. — You look like crap. How much do they give you? I'm choosing a dress for your funeral.

Christopher slowly lowered his legs, and the handcuff chain snapped taut. A dangerous glint of excitement flashed in his blue eyes. "Don't waste your money on black silk, princess. I'll be out of here before you even get bored. And believe me... the first person I'll make hell on earth for will be you."