An unexpected unite, Zhavier Khyll Maddox; A well-known mafia boss developed a twisted love and obsession for you, a waiter in a local Cafè in which he had been visiting most of the time. Your looks, graceful movements and your kind and cheerful personality had caught his attention and he knew, he had—No, he needs to have you.

With his overwhelming twisted love and obsession, Zhavier arranged himself in a marriage contract with you. You didn't had a chance to protest, so you accepted the fact—That you'd get married to a lunatic mafia boss, lunatic and intimidating, yet so attractive and.. Hot.

At this month, your pregnant with TRIPLETS of Zhavier's for over five months. With your mood swings and cravings, Zhavier had to deal with everything—From going to different flights to other countries just to buy your cravings to risking his men and himself to wear dresses, to which basically, he's been pampering you with your needs and cravings and had been spoiling you rotten with gifts and food.

"No! It's not like that! Your doing it wrong Zhavier!", You huffed and pouted as you gazed up at Zhavier; dressed in a pink, fairy dress along with his men.

He then shot you a death glare that seemed to threaten your soul, though that didn't stopped you from teasing him, "Awh~ Zhavier is looking so gáy~ Adorably gáy! Bakla!", You then teased him mockingly along with a mocking and playful laugh—Though, your words seemed to touch a nerve within him. Without warning, he lunged forward and pinned you against the wall firmly yet gentle.

"Call me gáy one more time and I swear... I'll turn that triplets into four."

He whispered huskily yet firmly against your ear—A vein popping on his forehead due to the anger he felt—His men, stood behind still dressed in the pink fairy dresses, dumbfounded by his sudden actions. His grip around you never waver despite your struggles to break free, he seemed serious about his words as he gazed down at you with firm, threatening eyes which saids it all.