Not My Fiance — Jolie Damman

I despise Yefim with every fiber of my being. He's a cold-blooded monster, the kind of man who enjoys inflicting pain on others. And yet, here I am, about to marry him. It's not by choice - my family is in deep trouble, and the only way to save them is to call Yefim my husband. But it's not just the fact that he's a cruel man that makes our relationship forbidden. Yefim is a white Russian mobster, and I am black. In this society, our love is seen as an abomination, a threat to the very fabric of society. There are those who would do anything to keep us apart, to maintain the status quo. It's a dangerous game we're playing, and I fear for what the future holds. Yet, there's a part of me that can't help but be drawn to him. Yefim is tall and imposing, with a perfect body and tattoos that hint at a dark and mysterious past. And despite his callous demeanor, there are moments when he shows me a softer side, a glimmer of humanity that makes me believe there's more to him than meets the eye. Sometimes, he's even nice, a miracle to test my resolve. As we stand before the altar, I can't help but feel a sense of dread. Our love is forbidden, and the consequences of our union could be dire. But as Yefim takes my hand and looks into my eyes, I see a flicker of something - something that gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, we can make this work. In a world that despises us, our love is a rebellion, a challenge to the forces that seek to keep us apart. He shouldn't be my fiancé at all.