Claimed by the Dominant Mafia

"But why can't I go out with Emily and the others, Dad? I don't know why I even have to ask you. After all, I'm already twenty-one," I grumbled, annoyed, simply not understanding why my father insisted so much that I stay home.

His dark green eyes finally turned to me as, after what felt like hours, he finally put down the newspaper and turned his attention to me.

"I thought we had already settled this, Princess. You will meet your future husband tomorrow and since I can't let you run away, you will stay home," he scolded me and when his words sank in, I swallowed hard.

The thought that tomorrow I would meet the man I was forced to spend my whole life with sent icy shivers down my body and I found it difficult not to cry.

I knew it was best for both sides, because after all, he came from one of the most influential underground mafias in the country, had connections and power all over the world, but it still took all my self-control not to just buy a one-way ticket to nowhere and run away forever, just like my dad had feared.

"I just don't understand why I have to marry a complete stranger, but my sister was allowed to marry her childhood friends!" I hissed, hurt, frustrated and just angry at the whole world.