The Mafia Queen's Gambit

“In the arena, I fought fiercely against my opponent and finally claimed the honor of ten consecutive victories. I turned around and heard my fiancé's beloved clinging to his arm, mocking me. "How could a crude, low-class woman like her ever be worthy of you?" I instinctively looked at Roderick Hudson, expecting him to sharply rebuke her insolence. But the man who had been gentle and caring toward me just yesterday fondly tousled her hair and chuckled softly. "Are you jealous? Relax, you're the only one in my heart." Watching them flirt so brazenly, my heart grew colder by the second. Crude and low-class? I sneered and dialed my father, the mafia boss. "Dad, put the engagement on hold. I want a new match."”