The Mafia heirs powerful bride

"You cannot be serious." My mother's voice is ice. My father's is worse — quiet. "We are very serious, Elena," my father says without looking up from his espresso. We're in our family penthouse, but it feels like a boardroom execution. "The Varese family has offered a merger. A marriage merger." I almost choke on my coffee. "A marriage? Dad, I'm 28. I'm the CEO of our branch. I don't need an arranged marriage to close a deal." "It's not a deal, it's survival," my mother snaps. "Their bank owns half our debt. And Dante Varese... he needs a wife who looks clean. Powerful. Respectable. That's you." Dante Varese. The name everyone whispers downtown. The billionaire heir whose family logo — a black V with a gold crest — is on half the city. The man I've never met, and never wanted to meet. "I haven't even met him!" I stand up, my white power dress perfectly pressed, my sassy CEO mask slipping. "You want me to marry a mafia prince you had coffee with?" "We want you to save this family," my father finally looks at me. "You meet him tonight at the Varese Tower. 8 PM. Don't be late." I grab my bag and storm out. I need air. I need caffeine. I need to not be sold. My usual downtown cafe is two blocks away. My sanctuary. I order my black coffee, stepping onto the curb in my $2,000 white dress, ready to get to the office and ruin someone else's day instead. Then it happens. A matte black Bentley — long, expensive, illegal-looking — rips through a puddle at full speed. Muddy water explodes everywhere. All over me. My white dress. My hair. My favorite Louboutins. Destroyed. The Bentley doesn't even stop. But as it speeds past, I see it. On the back door. Polished and arrogant. The black V with the gold crest. Varese. I stand there on the sidewalk, dripping in mud, coffee in hand, staring at the logo of the man my parents just told me I have to marry. And I swear, out loud, to the whole street: "Oh, f**k , you think you can just do whatever you want cuz you are a varese" urgh! now I have to go back and change I'll be late for work. quickly I pull out my phone and call my assistant "Maurice, create an appointment with the varese group, I need to see the CEO" "yes ma'am"