Part 1The Mobster’s Runaway Bride

I was snatched by a mob boss, while my best friend was forced to marry a corporate elite.

The day of the family gala—

My best friend and I stared at each other in shock.

The mob boss and the corporate elite were brothers. Biological ones.

The boss and the elite were busy making money.

My best friend and I were busy spending it.

Until their adopted sister returned from abroad—

The maids whispered that she was the "white moonlight" both brothers couldn't have.

My best friend, Chloe: "I scraped together some cash. Wanna run?"

Me: "Good thing I hoarded gold bars. Let's go."

But when I walked down the jet bridge, I boarded the mob boss's private jet.

He smirked devilishly:

"Woman, what am I going to do with you?"

* * *

"Chloe, why did you touch my things?"

"...I'm sorry. I thought it was a gift for me. I didn't know it was for Jenny."

From twenty feet away, I could hear my best friend Chloe arguing with her husband, Julian Sterling.

"Jenny is my sister. I don't care what you do usually, but don't get any ideas about her."

"Julian, you don't trust me... You're being so mean to me for her."

Julian’s voice was cold, flat.

Chloe sobbed quietly, sounding wronged.

I wanted to eavesdrop more, but Julian suddenly opened the door.

"...Hi, good evening."

I waved awkwardly.

Julian’s face instantly returned to his polite, corporate smile:

"Good evening, sister-in-law."

...

"Chloe, what happened? I heard you guys arguing from down the hall."

I tiptoed to close the door and pulled my best friend onto the couch for gossip.

Chloe dropped her pitiful act instantly, her face full of disdain:

"That dog of a man definitely has issues. I just tested him, and his true colors came out."

I paused. "You know too?"

"Yeah, even the lady who cleans the cat litter knows. The adopted sister, Jenny, is coming back to the States."

I slapped the table. "She's the white moonlight of these two brothers!"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "The kind they almost fell out over."

We exchanged a meaningful look.

Chloe leaned in, looking like a thief:

"I scraped together some cash. Wanna run?"

I smiled mysteriously:

"You can always count on me. Good thing I hoarded gold bars. Let's go."

She looked at me deeply:

"What, you willing to leave your cool, domineering husband for me?"

"Pfft!"

I rolled my eyes this time:

"Does he think I don't know? He chased me like a maniac because I look a bit like Jenny. Now that the real deal is back, am I supposed to stay here and die?"

We hit it off immediately.

We spent the night planning our escape with the same energy we used to pull all-nighters for college projects.

Everything was ready. We just needed the right moment.