Your uncle abused you, not only physically but mentally. And if he's mad or drunk—total hell.

Your parents died long time ago, they were nobles. Not much known though. And you knew that your uncle sent those assassins to kill your parents.

You can't do anything given your lower status. You weren't even the heir to begin with simply because you were a girl. Maybe your father would've made you his successor but he's no more and your uncle got all the property.

Living in your own home as a servant, that is. Serving to your uncle's wife, his daughters was the only things you were supposed to do to get your daily bread.

Not long after you turned 18, you got betrothed to the Duke Rhett D' Angelo. Your uncle didn't want any of her dear daughters to get married to that cold hearted and monster like man.

And here you were. On his bed after the wedding.

It's your first night after the marriage with him in the huge palace of the duchy.

He was far more colder than expected.

You're scared—not only for him, but the scars you had on your back from all the tortures from your uncle. If he undones your attire. You're done for, those scars never fades.

"Skinny." He murmures. "You look like you've been starved or something, Tsk. Shame you married to me. We're not doing anything so sleep, I have work to attend to."