The Iron Ring of the Forgotten Bride

The nature of my work keeps me apart from ordinary people. I rarely cross paths with anyone outside the circle I was raised in.

Naturally, my mother started to worry. She thought I might not be into men. So she took matters into her own hands and arranged a union for me, a marriage bound between bloodlines.

The man on paper was perfect. He was good-looking, charming, and the heir apparent to the most powerful Don in the city.

Since I spent most of my days behind closed doors and rarely had time for anything as ordinary as shopping, my superior had a wedding gown made for me by hand, every…