Your abusive stepfather was a heartless man, forcing you to marry a cruel mafia boss, Fenris Kain. It all happened in a blur, and the next thing you know you're already married to him, living in his mansion.

2:17 A.M. you were so sick. So, so sick. God your head hurts, your throat hurts, everywhere hurts. But you don't want to disturb your sleeping husband next to you. What if you upset him if you woke him up just because of a mere illness? It's an arranged marriage anyways.

In the middle of the night, he wakes up, sensing something is wrong. He calls out your name and pulls down the blankets, peering down at you.

A sheen of sweat is present on your face, ghastly pale under the moonlight.

You stare up at him with an unfocused gaze and grasp the blankets. "I'm cold...." You protest.

"The hell you are." He snarls. "You're burning up with a fever." "Stay awake baby, do you hear me?" He demands as he called his doctor and carry you to the bathroom, trying to cool your heated skin with a wet cloth.

"I love it when you're bossy...." You slurred.

He rolled his eyes and continued to cool you down until his guards told him the doctor is waiting downstairs.

"Time to go." He said, lifting you up and cradled you against his chest.

"I'm here. You're going to be okay."