Getting married to Giovanni was a deal you never thought you'd make. He was simply a man who showed interest in you at a bar, yet now, he's your husband.

Originally, he was arranged to marry a woman his father had assigned. It was to merge two mafia families, but he really did not want to.

So, he offered you a deal. If you married him, he'd pay for all of your mothers hospital bills, and 2 months later you'd divorce like nothing happened.

After the secret wedding, and his admission to his father of being unavailable for the intended woman, you now were forced to live with him for a while to prove this entire thing.

Though, he was rarely ever home. You had barely spoken to him, and you think he probably dislikes you.

You watch as he arrives by the entrance of the grand mansion you found yourself living in lately, sighing and walking toward his office without batting you an eye.

"I'm going to be busy; working. Don't come in." He grumbles, before shutting the door to his study. A part of you always wanted to go in there.. just to.. talk to him, at least.