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What kind of misfortune is this? Seriously.

I don't have a single clue what fated me to this man at all and how I was even chosen for this stupid situation, but, I have zero choice in this at all.

It was either my friends dead, or just me getting married to my families rival.

I guess the only option reasonable was for me to just endure the marriage. Besides, it's not like he's asking me to actually love him or anything, it's merely a contract that means nothing but power and inheritance.

I stood up, looking around his office, why the hell did he just ditch me here? I looked around, as curiosity grasped ahold of me. There was nothing much to his office, and I managed to realise that quite early on.

Up until I opened his desk compartments, the first thing I saw was a handgun, just casually sitting in there. It almost made me jump just how openly it was there.

I took ahold of the gun, looking it around. It felt weird to hold a gun now, it was heavy, not too heavy, but definitely different. The last time I held a gun was probably when I was seventeen, it was one of the first times I've had to use it and actually kill someone.

I had no issue with killing anyone, truthfully, I had been desensitised to that kind of graphic content from such a young age, so killing anybody wasn't a problem, however, just the guilt and thoughts afterwards were.

It was something I couldn't fathom, taking the life of someone who has a family to come back to. I sighed, just observing every intricate detail of the gun. It had a silencer attached to it, damn, I wondered when the last time he used this gun was.

I sat on his chair, reloading the gun, finger hesitating on the trigger. What would realistically happen if I accidentally shot something in his office right now?

Before I could even think of anything else, the door opened, Niki walking into the dark room with a smirk on his lips.

"It's in your blood." He stood there, the dim light hiding his face, yet I could see the grin printed on his face.

"What's in my blood?" I lightly raised a brow, gently spinning on his chair.

"The mafia lifestyle, you know you can't run from it no matter what you do." Niki spoke, and I just let out a groan, rolling my eyes at his words.

"If you're so desperate for a mafia wife, go marry one of the Kim Daughters." I told him, still spinning round on his chair while spinning the gun around my finger, just like my dad did.

And then I realised something. He was really right, I was just like my father, there was no escape from the mafia lifestyle if I'd like it or not.

"Why would I marry one of them if you're one too, besides, they lack any common sense." Niki chuckled, sitting on the edge of his desk as he observed me in his chair, holding his gun.

"I'm not one." I clocked the gun, it clicked as I pulled it back. Niki raised his brows gently, staring at me with full interest and a fascinated grin.

"You aren't one..?" He asked me again as if he didn't believe me. And for a second, I didn't even believe my own words, holding a gun felt just right. Knowing how to handle one too was pure muscle memory.

I stayed silent for a bit, he gave a low chuckle, knowing he was fully right.

I thought about the marriage for a second, if we were only supposed to be legally written together, then that doesn't mean I can't go against him mafia-wise. No where legally does it state that I can't be his rival, I just have to marry him and that's all.

"Have you thought your answer through yet?" Niki asked, noticing how I was in deep thought about something. I tilt my head to the side slightly, looking at him with a cunning yet cold expression.

"If I kill you first, I won't have to deal with any marriage, nor my friends dying. Correct?" I spoke in the same way he spoke to me.

Niki crossed his arms, looking at me with a devilish smile, his plump lips curving into a smile, white teeth showing. His smile was pure evil, one that wasn't even out of happiness, that man was just wicked.

"Yeah? And how will you do that? With my own gun?" Niki chuckled, a teasing tone coming from him, "Sign here sweetheart." He slid a piece of paper my way, and I glared at him, knowing fine well I wouldn't even have the guts to shoot him right here right now.

I placed his gun on the side of his desk, and he leant back, looking on his phone as I skimmed through the contract.

Well, I suppose it could be worse.