As a little girl, I dreamt of a fairytale wedding with my very own Prince Charming.
But Andros Kuznetsov was no Prince Charming, he was the devil in a disguise.
He was the Mafia King and I was the Mafia Princess.
Now, I would become his queen.
The vows we took were sacred, and we would live by them until death do us part.
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