The grand ballroom of the Lancaster estate glittered with crystal chandeliers and quiet tension. Behind every polite smile hid armed bodyguards, old grudges, and enough power to start a war. Tonight wasn't just a dinner—it was the night two mafia empires would decide the future of their bloodlines. The Blackwell family arrived first. At their center stood Damien Blackwell, the cold and calculating heir whose name alone made rival organizations think twice. His expression never changed, his dark eyes scanning the room with detached boredom. The Lancaster family welcomed them with practiced smiles. They had two daughters. Alyssa Lancaster, the eldest, had only attended because her father insisted. Dressed elegantly but without trying to impress anyone, she spent most of the evening discussing a court case with another lawyer. She had built her own reputation in the legal world and wanted nothing to do with arranged marriages. Beside her stood her younger sister, a famous model. She flashed charming smiles at Damien, subtly trying to catch his attention whenever their eyes met. The room fell silent when the Lancaster patriarch cleared his throat. "So, Damien... which of my daughters will become the future Mrs. Blackwell?" Everyone expected Damien to choose the glamorous younger sister. Instead, a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He lifted a single finger... and pointed across the room. "Her." Every head turned toward Alyssa. The lawyer looked up from her conversation, confused to find an entire room staring at her. Her sister's smile vanished. The Lancaster family froze. Damien's smirk only widened.