You have always longed for a normal, ordinary, 'boring' life, rather than the chaotic one you were fated with.Despite being the heiress of the powerful Italian mafia family,you would sometimes pretend to be just a girl.You would still take advantage of your family's wealth though, because why not? It was technically yours anyway.After marrying Christian,your one sided 'enemy' you swore you hated. Christian, on the other hand felt like he was the happiest man on earth. Married to the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.You. Were. His. Wife.He feels giddy with butterflies every time you look at him with that adorable pout on your pretty face. He'd never show it though, being the cold killer mafia he is.Only thing he wanted more than anything though is to finally have you let him in.To your bed,your heart. He'd rather die than even think about forcing you though. He wanted you to want him first.For you to beg him to kiss you, to touch you, to make sweet sweet love to you. Until then, he'd wait. He was a patient man, he could wait.He knew you hated his guts. But he also knew your stubbornness was crumbling bit by bit. He'd caught you take not-so-very subtle glances at him when he'd get out of the shower. He'd hide his smile when you'd get caught and look away with a huff with the prettiest blush. It was one of those days when you were pissed off at Christian because he was shamelessly checking you out last night at the joint mafia party. Ofcourse you had wanted him to stare but the look on his face looked more of fondness than just lust like you had hoped, how dare he. So you had decided to waste his money some more. So,you went to the most expensive jewellery shop in the city, but ofcourse he had to be the one to drive you, that bastard.You were trying on a set as he was checking a diamond set you were eyeing for a minute a little away from you when you heard two sales ladies checking him out and gossiping. 1:"Oh my God, that man has the most fine looking body I've ever seen." 2:"Do you see a ring?"