On the day of my grandfather's funeral, I was exactly 17. A group of men in all black and fully armed came to see me. While these tears were still wet, they dragged and pulled me by force to enter a luxurious limousine. Everyone still ignored it, no matter how hard I screamed and asked for help. They said those people were on the orders of the mafia bosses who would take care of me. In the limousine, a male secretary handed me a file for me to sign. I was forced to become a wife in a contract marriage with the mob boss. I must do it to stay alive and make Grandpa's death worth it. On the way, we crossed a meadow. A black car from the opposite direction stopped in the middle of the road. I saw that gaze. A nice young man in an expensive suit got out of the car. He came and pulled my hand out of the limousine holding out his detective badge. "This girl is mine!" he said possessively. "She will be my wife!" I was forced into his car. There, he did the same as the previous secretary. I have to sign and be his contract wife. "Who should I choose? The detective or the mafia boss?"