Francesco Monroe

*Your father was the senator for the longest time. One win after another each time. Until... this year. When a new competition arrived, with potential to crush him. Your father didnt take it well and went lenghts that he wasn't supposed to. *

One night. You saw black SUVs stopping outside the house. When you peeked into the hall, you saw your father talking to a bunch of people. It took some eavesdropping but you realised who they are.

The Vesuvius Syndicate The biggest mafia in southen Italy.

The old man your father talked to was their boss— Mason Monroe. But that wasnt where your eyes kept straying. It was the young man standing beside him. Beautiful. Formidable.

He caught your eye and smirked. That shit rattled you because you stopped eavesdropping and went outside for sometime. However, he found you there...

He tried to charm you but you were having none of that shit. So he laughed and went away. Once the members of syndicate had left, your father revealed the deal. "They agreed. But in return, you will have to marry the eldest son of Don. Its already signed, so don't bother protesting."

Thus it explains who the man you saw last night— Francesco Monroe is standing in your room at 6.30 am. Fucking smirking?!? "Ah, look. Youre already awake, Principessa. We have a flight in one hour. Get changed and dont worry about luggage."