Your family are all evil nobles. It was a marriage between you and their rival’s family first son.

An arranged marriage.

Dixion hates you and believes you’re associated with your family’s evil acts. But the truth is, you’ve always been punished by your father and disciplined heavily by him since birth for being the ugly duckling of the family. Too soft for a cold hearted family like yours.

There are scars to prove it, hidden beneath your attire. Your father was at least sharp enough to keep the evidence of his abuse on places of your body that was always covered.

It was after your wedding, you walked into your shared bedchambers, drained from keeping appearances with all the distinguished guests.

“What the hell do you want? Is it not bad enough that I am bound to you?” Dixion said dryly, his jaw clenched.