Fake Marriage- Staged Death

There were two Mafia gangs that ran through the whole country and your father so happened to be the leader of one of them. As a way to try and keep peace with the other gang he offered you to marry the leader of the other gang. When you tried to refuse the arrangement he threatened to fully cut you off and disown you, staying the importance of this marriage. Apparently the leader already has agreed on the marriage and was expecting to meet you soon. So now you sat at a luxurious dining room table at this strange mans mansion when a tall male smoking a cigarette and covered tattoos comes in eyeing you with a smirk.

As she approaches Xavier's office, Natalie notices that the door is slightly ajar. She peeks inside and sees Xavier sitting in his chair, staring intently at his computer screen.

"Xavier?" Natalie calls out softly, not wanting to startle him.

Xavier turns around in his chair to face her, and a small smile forms on his lips. "Hey," he says, gesturing for her to come in.

Natalie steps into the room and closes the door behind her. "How are you doing?" she asks, sensing Xavier's unease.

"I'm fine," Xavier replies with a shrug. "Just going over some business-related emails."

Natalie raises an eyebrow. "<I know he's not telling me everything.>" She takes a few steps closer to where Xavier is sitting, trying to get a

Xavier arches an eyebrow at Natalie's request but complies, turning his chair to face her. "What is it?" he asks, studying her expression with curiosity.

Natalie takes a deep breath before speaking. "I just wanted to say that... no matter what happens tomorrow, I'm grateful for you." She holds his gaze, hoping he can sense the sincerity in her words.

Xavier's lips quirk up into a small smile as he reaches out to grasp her hand. "I'm grateful for you too, Natalie," he says softly.

The two of them remain quiet for a moment, simply looking into each other's eyes.

"Is there anything else you wanted to say?" Xavier finally breaks the silence, his tone playful.

Natalie blushes slightly but shakes her head. "No, that's all for

Xavier leans into Natalie's touch, letting out a deep groan of pleasure as she massages his shoulders. "Mmm, that feels amazing," he murmurs, tilting his head to the side to give her better access.

"I do think about it, but I never seem to find the time," Xavier replies, his voice low and husky. "But with you here to massage me like this, who needs a professional?"

Natalie chuckles softly, enjoying feeling his muscles relax beneath her hands. "Well, I'm happy to help," she says, working out a particularly stubborn knot.

Xavier lets out a contented sigh, his eyes closed in pleasure. "You have no idea how much I needed this," he confesses.

Natalie smiles to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to provide him

Natalie pauses her massage, concerned. "Is everything okay?" she asks softly, studying Xavier's face for any signs of pain.

Xavier opens his eyes and gives her a half-smile. "Yeah, sorry about that," he chuckles sheepishly. "You just hit a really good spot."

Natalie grins, feeling proud of herself. "I'll take that as a compliment," she says teasingly. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Xavier nods eagerly. "Please, don't stop. You have no idea how good this feels."

With that, Natalie resumes her massage, focusing on the areas she knows are causing him the most stress. She's careful not to apply too much pressure, but with each firm knead of her fingers, she feels Xavier relax even more beneath her touch.

"That was amazing, Natalie," Xavier says, turning his head to look at her with a warm smile. "Thank you."

Natalie grins back at him, feeling pleased with herself for being able to provide some relief. "You're welcome," she says, patting his shoulder gently before standing up. "I'm glad I could help."

Xavier stands up as well, stretching out his arms and flexing his fingers. "I feel like a whole new man," he jokes, his voice filled with gratitude.

Natalie laughs, feeling her heart lift at the sound of his laughter. "I'm happy to be of service," she says playfully, enjoying the lighthearted moment with him.

Xavier gives a small shrug, his expression cool and collected. "I don't mind," he says simply, before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Besides, I can always find time for you."

Natalie feels a shiver run through her body at the heat in his voice, his words sending a thrill down her spine. "Well, if you insist," she says softly, smiling up at him.

Xavier grins, his fingers already reaching out to start massaging her shoulders. "I do insist," he says playfully, letting his hands work their magic on her tense muscles. "Now relax and let me take care of you."

Xavier chuckles deeply, his breath tickling her ear. "Yeah, massages are pretty addicting," he says with a smirk, his hands never leaving her shoulders as he continues to work out the knots. "But you're doing pretty good, considering you're not a professional."

Natalie tilts her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye. "Oh really?" she teases. "Are you saying you're a professional?"

Xavier grins, his fingers digging deeper into the tight muscles of her back. "Maybe," he says cryptically, eliciting a soft gasp from her. "I've certainly had a lot of practice."

Xavier chuckles again, his fingers still working their magic on her back. "No, you're definitely not the first, but you might just be the best," he says with a hint of genuine praise in his voice. "I think you missed your true calling as a massage therapist."

Natalie giggles, feeling more relaxed than she has in weeks. "Well, thank you," she says appreciatively, enjoying the way his hands feel on her skin. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

Xavier smirks, leaning in close to her ear once again. "Oh, I know," he says in a low voice, sending another shiver down her spine. "I'm pretty good at using my hands for all sorts of things."

Xavier grins widely at Natalie's response, clearly enjoying teasing her. "Hey, I never said I wasn't a little naughty," he says playfully, his fingers still working wonders on her back. "But I promise, I'm not the type to bite...unless you want me to, of course."

The husky note in his voice sends another thrill through her body, and she can feel her cheeks flushing with heat. "I'll keep that in mind," she says softly, letting out a contented sigh. "But can we maybe talk about something else? I'm starting to forget why I'm even here."

Xavier pauses in his massage, gaze flickering over Natalie's form for a moment before chuckling. "Of course, darling," he says, leaning back just enough to give her some space. "What do you want

Xavier's expression turns a bit more serious at Natalie's words, his piercing eyes studying her for a moment before he speaks. "Ah, yes," he says nodding. "The staging of your death. Well, first things first, you need to be absolutely sure that this is what you want."

He leans in closer to her, his tone low and serious. "Once we do this, there's no turning back. You'll be officially dead, at least as far as anyone else knows. Which means no more contact with any family or friends, no using any of your old identities or documents, and living your life completely underground."

Natalie nods, taking in his words seriously. "I understand," she says quietly. "And I've thought about it, a lot. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to make this happen."

Xavier's expression softens at her question, and he reaches out to take her hand in his. "No, my dear. It doesn't have to mean that," he says, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I would never abandon you like that."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice low and serious. "But you need to understand that if we go through with this, we will be living very different lives. I'll still be involved in the world I'm in, and you'll need to stay away from that. It's too dangerous for you."

He holds her gaze for a moment longer before giving her hand another squeeze and letting go. "But that doesn't mean we can't see each other. We'll just have to be very careful about it, that's all."

Xavier watches her carefully, sensing her hesitation and inward conflict. He knows this is a tough decision, but he believes it's the best option for both of them. "Natalie," he says gently, reaching out to tilt her chin up so their eyes meet. ""I'm" not going anywhere, no matter what you decide. But you have to do what's right for you. Don't let anyone else influence your decision."

He gives her a small smile before dropping his hand, letting her think over his words.

Xavier, who had been pacing in his study upstairs, hears a knock on the door. "Come in," he calls out impatiently, his eyes brightening as he sees the servant who had just spoken with Natalie. "Is everything ready?" he demands, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

The servant nods quickly. "Yes sir, everything is in place. The guests are seated and we're just waiting for her grand appearance."

Xavier nods, trying to control his nerves. He was never one to get anxious before big events, but something about this day was different. He knew the risks involved, and the fact that he would essentially be losing Natalie after today.

He barely hears the servant's respectful goodbye as he makes his way down the stairs and outside to the garden. With his hands clasped behind his back, he waits patiently

Xavier's breath catches in his throat as he sees Natalie walking down the aisle. She looks like an angel, her dress and hair gleaming in the sunlight. He feels his heart beating in his chest, watching her get closer and closer to him. In this moment, he knows that he would do anything to keep her safe and by his side forever.

As Natalie reaches the altar, Xavier takes her hand and gazes into her eyes. He sees the apprehension and fear there, and does his best to project calmness and reassurance. ""You look beautiful,"" he tells her softly, squeezing her hand gently. ""Don't worry, everything is going to be okay.""

He wishes he could hold her closer, tell her all the things he feels for her, but he knows it's not the time or place to do so. Instead,

Xavier feels an electric jolt as their lips meet, his body relaxing into the kiss. He loses himself in the sensation of her soft lips against his, feeling her arms wrap around his neck as he dips her low. He could feel her heart racing against his chest as they deepen the kiss.

For a moment, Xavier forgets that this is all just an arrangement and allows himself to fully enjoy the intimacy between them. ""You're mine now,"" he whispers against her lips before gently breaking the kiss and pulling her upright once more.

As they turn to face their guests, Xavier can feel the thrill of possession coursing through him. In this moment, she was his and he was hers. And he would do anything to protect and cherish her forever.

Natalie feels a sinking feeling in her gut as the reality of what she's agreed to sinks in. The thought of faking her own death and being buried alive is terrifying, but she knows there's no turning back now. She nods silently at Xavier's words, trusting him despite her fear.

""Okay,"" she whispers back, trying to steady her racing heart. ""I trust you.""

With that, they walk out to join their guests in the garden for their send off. Natalie tries to keep her breathing even as she waits for the countdown to begin in her head. She takes in the faces of her family and friends, marveling at how easily they accept the arranged marriage as if it's just another normal day for them.

As the seconds tick down in her head, Natalie's hand trembles slightly as she discreetly retrieves the vial

Xavier barely has time to process the chaos around them before he feels Natalie slump in his arms, her shallow breathing and cold skin confirming that the potion has taken full effect. He holds her close to his chest, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the success of their plan despite the fear simmering just below the surface.

As he yells out her name, Xavier's hand brushes against the bulge in his pocket where he keeps his phone, ready to make the call to his trusted friend to retrieve Natalie's "body" and start the next phase of their plan.

""Stay with me, my Flower,"" he whispers into her ear as the fake panic around them continues. He can feel her pulse beating weakly against his skin, a reminder of both her physical vulnerability and their mutual bond.

Xavier allows himself a fleeting moment of tenderness as he presses a soft

kiss to Natalie's forehead, silently vowing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe and to make sure their plan comes to fruition. He knows that there are many more hurdles to overcome before they can truly be together, but in this moment, holding her fragile body in his arms, he feels a sense of peace.

As the chaos around them starts to subside and the people begin to disperse, Xavier carefully cradles Natalie's limp body and carries her out of the garden. He can hear the distant sound of sirens approaching, followed by the panicked voices of the guests as they try to piece together what just happened.

But for Xavier, none of that matters in this moment. His only focus is on getting Natalie to safety and ensuring their plan remains on track.

"a few days later..."

Natalie slowly opens her eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. She looks around the unfamiliar room, taking in the luxurious furnishings and the soft light filtering through the curtains. Memories of the staged assassination flood back to her, and she sits up abruptly, gasping.

Xavier appears at her side, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "My Flower, you're finally awake," he says softly.

Natalie looks at him in disbelief. "But... I was shot. I remember blood and falling asleep."

Xavier takes her hand, caressing it gently. "It was all fake, my love. We had to make them believe you were dead so that we could be together without interference. And now we can finally start our new life together."

Natalie's mind races as she takes in Xavier's words, torn