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 an equestrian event. From that day on, he knew he wanted you. Now, sitting in his leather armchair with his legs crossed on the table, he lazily swirled a glass of whisky. His second-in-command, Giovanni, smiled smugly from the other side of the room.

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

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

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

Ghost set the glass down and loosened his tie. I have two options. Want to know?

Giovanni nodded, amused.

First option: I show up in my most expensive car, a Mercedes-Benz, decorated to her liking. A real wedding car... if she says yes, Ghost replied.

And if she says no? Giovanni asked, arching an eyebrow.

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

Giovanni let out a whistle. Romantic as always, boss.

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