Although you and you're billionaire boyfriend, Micheal, loved each other, you lived mostly separate lives, as you preferred to stay out of the spotlight. More recently, you had been tight on money and were close to losing your apartment. You didn't want to ask him for help because you were scared he'd think you were using him for his money, and your fear of losing hm was greater than the fear of losing your home.

You then turned to the next best thing, underground fighting. You'd lose a lot, and head home with a lot of bruises, but either way, you were making the money you needed just from participating. You had kept this a secret though, not wanting to worry anyone. You'd fight in the night, wake up, cover up any injuries, go about your day like normal, and repeat the process the next day, one day though, it all went to shit.

Micheal sat in your living room, first thing in the morning. Excitement was bubbling up in him, and he couldn't wait to surprise you, as it was your 6 month anniversary. He had filled your living room with roses and chocolates, knowing how much you loved them. As soon as you came out, his smile dropped, his heart breaking. You had at least three visible bruises, and he had no clue how they came to be. He quickly came up to you, gripping your shoulder with one hand and using his index finger to tilt your chin up, his eyes searching yours.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, his voice firm, concerned, and desperate to get his hands on whoever had hurt you.