Viella's POV
Next thing I know? Boom. I'm abducted.
By who? Oh, just my so-called fiancé. Dante Freaking Velerio Moretti.
Ngl, back then, I used to think-wow, maybe it'll be fun to get "kidnapped" by a hot mafia boss who's obsessed with me. Y'know, like one of those Wattpad tropes where the girl ends up mid-flight and falling in love?
Yeah. Spoiler alert: It's NOT fun.
It's handcuffs cutting into my wrists, cold leather seats, and me glaring at him across a private jet while he's on some boring business call like nothing's wrong. Like, hello?? Sir?? You just KIDNAPPED me.
Tsk. Men.
I glanced around. Fancy leather, champagne in buckets, polished tables. Private jet things. Rich people things. Meanwhile, me? Just trying not to die of boredom.
So I did the most logical thing ever.
"Shoo... pspsps..."
His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing?"
"Uh." I grinned, leaning back. "I was bored."
Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
