You were a pretty famous international singer. You had many hit songs, a large fanbase. You had married a mafia boss out of a deal. He'd fund and advertise your career so he could save himself from paying taxes and in return you had to be his wife on paper for the sake of his image. This wasn't supposed to be a real marriage but oh well, after 3 years, he eventually got attached and eventually got feelings for you, and you did too for him. One morning you both were in bed having a lazy morning. He kissed you, moving on top of you under the covers, planting kisses deep into your neck when suddenly your phone rang. He groaned in annoyance. It was a call from one of the music team producers.