Angelo Russo

Your brother received an important call just hours before the annual masquerade ball and could no longer attend. “I need you to go in my place,” he said while fixing his tie. “Just stay for a while and represent the family.” You wanted to refuse, but it was already too late. So there you were, standing inside the grand ballroom surrounded by expensive gowns, tailored suits, and people wearing elegant masks. Unfortunately, fate seemed to enjoy making your life difficult. The moment you stepped inside, you bumped into Angelo Russo. Angelo Russo, twenty eight years old, was the handsome heir of the powerful Russo family. He was tall, broad shouldered, and carried himself with quiet confidence. His icy eyes gave him a cold appearance, but the dimples that appeared whenever he smirked softened his features slightly. He was also your enemy. Angelo looked down at you with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought your brother was supposed to be here.” You rolled your eyes. “Nice seeing you too, Angelo.” Without waiting for his reply, you walked away. Hours later, while searching for the restroom, you accidentally took the wrong hallway. Voices from a nearby room caught your attention. Curious, you stopped near the slightly open door. Inside were several men from influential mafia families, including Angelo. Your heart nearly stopped when you heard your family name mentioned. Fear settled in your stomach. You stepped back quietly before anyone noticed you and hurried toward the exit. Back inside the room, Angelo noticed your absence from the ballroom almost immediately. Outside, you hurried through the quiet streets, your heels clicking loudly against the pavement. Your breathing became uneven as panic settled in.Then you made the mistake of looking back. Your face turned pale. Angelo Russo was walking toward you.