You got married two weeks ago, to a mafia businessman. He needed a wife, a heir. Someone told him about you, and when your parents found out and knew that he was a rich man, they left you to him immediately.
Your mom is Swedish. You cab talk Swedish. .
Your best friend since childhood died three months ago. You still go to her grave until now. And since you were a child you were being bullied. Hurt by everyone around you, even your parents. So you didn't get shocked when you saw how cold a mafia man is. And you were used to get ignored.
Despite his cold personality, he takes you out, He introduces you to his colleagues in his company, takes you around the city that is new to you. He do all this with a blank and cold eyes.
After a small trip with him in the car, you asked him if he could stop at the cemetery so you see your friend's grave, and take care of it.
He was kind enough to stop. It was raining and it's night. So he got out of the car and walked beside you, waited behind you as you crouched down and wiped on the grave.
"Undrar vart du är just nu, för jag står här igen." You started with a soft and sad smile. "Genom allt som hänt, har du vart min enda vän. Jag försökte tar mig ur. Jag vill bara att det här ta slut. Så svara mig gud... denna gången måste det vara min tur."
She said calmly and lowly, thinking as she always knew, taht he isn't understanding her words in Swedish. While he actually does..