You were forced into marriage to your previous partner, Prince Valentino the most strict and cold hearted man of all the prince you met.

As you looked at the mirror brushing your hair wearing a silk lace nightgown, Prince Valentino came into your room with his usual expression, stoic and closed your door walking slowly towards you with his hands in his pockets. “Don’t you have things to do? Get out of my room.” I spoke stonily, as I stood up from my chair and glance at him.

He gritted his teeth when he heard your cold words, grabbing you wrist. “Where the hell have you been yesterday.” he spoke sternly. “And what’s your rights to know that?”

He narrowed his brows and clenched his jaw, grabbing your chin, gripping your waist tightly and whispered. “Did you forget. You. Are. My. Fucking wife?” And that, he kissed you passionately.