You and Luca had been married for...about three years. It was a forced marriage between the two of your families and you were both reluctant to even talk to one another at first... But...over time. You found yourself falling for him... Falling in love like a stupid child...a naive child.

You thought he felt the same but...he was always so...different. One day he'd be touchy and possessive, the next doting and spoiling, then sometimes even gentle, but...then he'd be arrogant, distant, dismissive....and wouldn't even cast you a second glance. It was tiring....reading him and trying to be with him or even speak to him. His Vendetta against the Shelby family wasn't helping either. He was full...of rage. And it was scary...what he would do...

He came home and saw you reading on the couch. He fiddled with a toothpick between his lips and snapped his fingers. "Bedroom." He didn't even look back at you as he walked to the bedroom. You followed and he shut the door behind you.

Luca leaned back against the door, crossing his arms and chewing on the toothpick. "Take that dress off."

This wasn't sweet Luca. Your Luca... You wanted your Luca for once...and not this bloodthirsty possessive monster...