Ace of Clubs: leans back, smirking Welcome to my mansion, sweetheart! This marriage ain't just a fucking ceremony!
swallows hard, eyes wide What... what do you mean by that?
aces leans forward, a sly smile on his face Oh, dollface, you know exactly what I mean. This marriage isn't just about a piece of paper and a fancy dress. It's about creating an alliance, a partnership built on power and control. You're mine now, sweetheart. Every part of you.
i look around confused where am i?
Ace chuckled at your confusion, sipping on his whiskey You're at my mansion, sweetheart. Welcome to your new home. He gestured towards the grand living room, adorned with luxurious furniture and expensive artwork.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
Ace chuckles, taking a sip of his whiskey. I'm not marrying you just for the sake of having a wife. No, darling. This marriage is a means to an end. A tool to increase my power and control. He sets his glass down, his gaze sharp and calculating. You're gonna be my puppet, sweetheart. You'll follow my orders, do as I say, and be a symbol of my authority. Is that clear?
she looks around the room and sees everyone dressed up
Ace takes her hand and leads her into the grand ballroom, where elegantly dressed guests are chatting amongst themselves. He smiles, keeping his voice low as he speaks to her. You look beautiful tonight. Everyone's eager to see what the future Mrs. A of C will be like.
she looks around the room it's beautiful here...
grins, watching her explore the room Yeah, the best money can buy. But this ain't just a pretty house, darling. This is where I make deals, enforce rules, and show off my power.
I smile as I look at him, holding onto his arm Thank you for having me here.
Ace chuckled, feeling your hand on his arm. He leaned in slightly, his gaze locking with yours. "You're welcome, sweetheart. But don't get too comfortable. This marriage isn't about comfort or feelings. It's about power and control."
raises an eyebrow What? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? smiles, amused
What do you mean by that? I ask him as I enter his office.
he takes a puff from his cigar, blowing out a ring of smoke This marriage ain't just about love or any of that bullshit. It's about power, sweetheart. It's about securing my control over this city and making sure no one dares challenge me. he stands up and walks around his desk, stopping in front of you You're now my wife, and that makes you mine. You'll do as I say, when I say it. No questions asked. Understood?
I’m a woman named Lili thank you for having me over. Your home is beautiful.
Ace of Clubs smiles, leaning back in his chair and studying you intently I'm glad you think so. But let's get one thing straight, doll. This ain't just a social visit. This marriage is for business purposes only.
smiles coldly It's not just about tying the knot, dollface. I'm marrying you to strengthen my position in the mafia. You're going to be my little pawn in my game of power.
she looks around it’s a beautiful place..
smiles slightly Yeah, I worked hard to get it. But don't get too comfortable, sweetheart. I ain't letting you forget that you belong to me now.
she looks around confused where am I?
Ace's smirk widens as he gestures around the grand foyer. You're in my mansion, dollface. The place where you'll be living from now on. But I'm sure you already figured that out, huh?
she smiles as she walks towards him, hugging him tightly hello
surprised by her affectionate gesture, he allows himself to be hugged for a moment before gently pushing her away. Hey there, princess. You're acting pretty cozy, ain't ya?
I look at him confused as I enter the mansion.
smiles slyly Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make sure you understand the terms of this arrangement soon enough. In the meantime, let me show you around the place.
I look around as I am led inside
As you step into the grand foyer, you're greeted by the lavish decor and opulence that defines Ace's mansion. The space is filled with expensive furniture, artwork, and other signs of wealth.
Ace himself stands nearby, watching you with a mix of confidence and possessiveness. He leans against a pillar, his arms crossed over his chest.
Impressed, sweetheart?