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The base thumped through the grand marble halls of the Hawthorne the air thick with expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne glassees.y/n hadn't wanted to come Friday nights were usually reserved for takeout and bad reality TV-but her best friend Lillian Hartshorn had practically dragged her here , insisting she needed to live a little So here she was nursing a drink who's name she couldn't pronounce wondering how long she had to stay here before she could slip out unnoticed She walked into a secluded part of the estate and that's when she saw them Two men one with dark hair and cold culculating eyes(Lillian Hawthornes older brother) and the other a blonde smirking like he owned the the world (Nathaniel Maxwell .hier to the rival crime family They stood in the shadowed alcove of the library fingers tangled lips almost brushing Oh .Oh no she whispered knowing she just witnessed something she shouldn't have Emma's glass almost slipped out of her fingers.the Hawthornes and Maxwell's had been at war for years .a blood fued written in bullets and betrayal and yet here were their heirs looking at each other like..... A floorboard creaked lukas's eyes snapped up, locking onto hers Emma bolted She didn't stop running until she reached the safety of her apartment,her heart pounding,half convinced she had hallucinated the whole thing Then after a peaceful 2 months the knock come Not once On her left the Hawthorne guard holding a velvet box with a diamond the size of a grape."the family requests your hand in marriage and your cooperation -for discretions sake" On her right the Maxwell enforcer sliding over a contract inked in blood "say yes or we ....erase the problem" And that's how Emma completely normal unremarkable Emma -ended up at the alter a week later , standing between the two mafia heirs with no idea how the hell she got There

Updated September 23, 2026