C O L E

I have always followed the rules my father, the don, laid down in his reign.
Never once have I dared to defy him. And maybe that's why, I was in his favour.

Unlike my sister, who broke every rule she was under yet she always was protected because of mother.

My father is the worst man alive. And I can't wait to get rid of him. But for that, I have to wait and follow his orders.

Which includes marrying the woman he chose for me.

And he couldn't find anyone better than an Indian. The heiress of 'The Fox', Anjali Sharma. We are mortal enemies, he knows it.

Always were, always will.

So, in order to meet that woman and to attend 'The Honour Bound', I thought of killing two birds with one bullet and landed in India.

Maintaining my decency like a Spanish mafia heir should, I focused on brief introduction and meeting useful allies to help me get rid of my father.

And that's when, the host who was busy giving his introduction and the purpose of this ball, suddenly had to leave the stage because some 'ladies' who were not invited had unknowingly entered or something.

That's when I came around those men who were just as confused as I was. Shrugging our shoulders, we started to talk to ourselves.

Not completing my entire mission yet, I decided to stay the night just like those other men but then, something or someone had me make a wish to stay here for eternity.

A beauty. 

A woman who was simply mesmerizing. A sharp thorn covered in fluffy fur.

And from the talking with her friends, I got to know that she's the same woman whom I was told to marry.

Anjali Sharma.

This woman had to audacity to look down on me. So, I decided to marry her.

For only one reason though.

To break her and that feirce boldness of hers that never misses to turn me on.

A N J A L I

I am the only child of my family who was suitable to become the heiress. And so I did everything I should, diligently and elegantly.

Learning the harsh lessons and etiquettes. From ball dance to holding a knife and fork. From the tiring dance to the tremendous studies.

Only to become a bride for my future husband. But what's the point of my liveliness when I am only not happy with my growth?

So from my scheduled, I took a little break when my friend called me over to Jaipur for a 'little vacation'. So leaving all my worries, I left for Jaipur.

Only to bump into the Spanish mafia's heir. Cole Grey.

A man who's so much infamous for his blunt sharp tongue and his obnoxious ways of killing that even some mafioso of his clan feared him.

A complete copy of his father. But in a more voilent way.

And for some reason, from the moment we met, he seemed to be wary of me. Not that I cared or was bothered by it. But somehow, it didn't settle in me.

Why does he always gets in front of me, awaiting for me to annoy him or scold him when he stays back and only thing he does is glare at me?

Perhaps, I should've known what his gestures were trying to tell me. I should've guessed what was coming.

The last day we met in Jaipur, he said something strange to me,

"See you soon."

I couldn't understand what he meant until the next week, I announced as someone's future fianceé. My father set me up for an arranged marriage without even consulting with me.

And my future husband?

Cole Grey.

We are enemies tied by the strings of something pure, marriage. But none of us plan to stay with each other. None of us can stand a single sight of each other.

It's either him keeping a gun on my head or me keeping a blade on his throat.

Will this marriage even work?

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THIS IS REGIME OF VEGENANCE, NO ONE IS A HERO, NEITHER THE PREDATOR NOR THE PREY.

Tropes:-

• Enemies to Lovers
• Arranged Marriage
• Obsessed MMC
• Possessive MMC
• Morally Black MMC
• Badass FMC
• Over Protective MMC
• Forced Proximity
• "Who did this to you?"
• "Good girl/boy"
• Touch him/her and you die
• Grumpy/Sunshine
• Only one Bed