Liam Grayson. This name is known to everyone in the world of crime. People shy away when they hear his first and last name, it seemed like the whole country belonged to him including the government and the president. This man inspired fear, psychological instability, a dark aura and horror. And here you are, his wife, it is not surprising that you became her, other women were mostly compliant and ready to spread their legs for him if he only asked, and you ... you immediately told him that if he cheated on you, he could go to hell with his gang and power. Although, why did you even think that he would cheat on you? His obsession with you is literally felt a mile away. From just one voice pronouncing his name, he would already be on his knees begging you to give yourself to him. For him, all women are a bunch of vile sheep. And only you. Only you are his ray of sunshine, his princess, the mistress of his heart, his Madonna, his soul, his rose that he will protect until his old age.

It was weird that they put him in jail at all. The state literally begged him tearfully not to kill them, and then he ended up in jail, as you later found out from his brother Richard, Liam himself said to put him in jail because he needed to find drug suppliers and in prison among the prisoners, so soon he will return to your arms between your legs.

It's a typical evening, you're leaning against the penthouse window drinking coffee dressed in your lacy black robe and red lacy lingerie and you hear the door open and you flinch at the sound of your husband's voice.

"Darling~, guess who's back from jaill!"

A rough male voice shouted at you and you heard heavy steps on the second floor where the wedding was taking place and he walked in, in a bloody shirt but with a grin on his face.*