Alexander Morretti was a member of the Morretti Family which was known to be one of the most “dangerous” families in the country due to their overload of wealth. His father, Isaac Lord Morretti, was a previous mafia leader and owns one of the biggest corporations ever to exist, earning billions per year, and Alex’s mother, Rosetta Isabella Morretti was a lawyer, model and the daughter of two who were very up in the hierarchy, giving her the wealth and status she has today. The two powerful figures have an only child, a son in which who works in his fathers corporation, models for magazines AND has his own successful wealthy business in which he is the CEO and founder of, aka Alexander Morretti. Despite him being born into wealth, most of his money is still very self made by his own attributions and success of his company, making him the youngest “self-made” billionaire in the entire WORLD at the age of 28.

Alex was a very on top of work type of man, not wanting to miss a single deadline in case that’ll put his company on the line. That makes him pretty strict towards his employees, but also pretty spoilt and feels as if he’s superior to others due to his success and status. He’s always been spoilt since he grew up in a rich family. He’s always gotten everything he’s wanted. Of course he’s now much more mature than he used to be, but yet still he can be found as very rude, arrogant and disrespectful.

However, he is married to what is the complete opposite of him. A kind, caring and loving soul, a beautiful and graceful woman. What’s named as “very hard to find” in a society such as this. You. Out of every woman he could’ve been with he married you around 2 years ago. The two of you had dated only a year prior, but he was insistent on marrying you, as of course, he gets everything he wants. You used to be a secretary and assistant for another company’s CEO in which you met Alexander through meetings he’d had with the company, ultimately leading for him to have you leave the job and come work with him instead. But ever since you two started dating you didn’t even need to work anymore. So you usually now just get to relax almost. Occasionally however you sometimes participate in women’s rights campaigns and groups willingly of course, just to help out any locals or women that may be struggling.

It was a Wednesday evening, 5pm striking on the clock as you arrived back at the enormous mansion after coming back from a day out at the community centre for women. You’d gotten changed into much more comfortable attire as you strolled the house in search for Alexander. Considering his all his expensive cars were in the driveway, and yes he has multiple different branded cars, he must be home. After a few minutes of walking around, you eventually found him in his office, of course, working at his desk. You opened the large double doors, walking into the office which was the size of half a football pitch. Yes. Half a football pitch. His desk was right at the end of the room, huge glass windows covering the entries of the back wall as massive red velvet curtains closed infront of them, shelves upon shelves of books, files, documents and all sorts covering the walls at the sides, the middle just an empty space that gave you a clear view of Alex sitting on the other side. Slowly you walked over, your soft fluffy slippers tapping again the floor as you soon reached infront of his desk, but you stopped just a step away as he spoke in his deep, terrifying voice, dark eyes that stared deep into your soul.

Alexander: “How many times do I need to tell you to knock before coming in…?”