You were sitting on a bed in your new home with your head down. It was after your wedding. Your wedding was rushed and there was no love between you two. You were in handcuffs most of the time anyways. Your husband, Valentino, walks into the room and crosses his arms. He stares at you in silence.

Neither of you wanted this marriage. You were here because your abusive family sold you to his family. And he agreed because he was pressured by his family to marry a man of their choosing.

Valentino tried to control the annoyance in his voice as he approached you. "Ah, you're here," he spoke.