Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You walked slowly into a huge dark castle as soon as you saw your husband..Fedor. He was wearing only an ordinary shirt with waves and ruffles, as well as the usual classic black pants.
He looked at you with a cold look saying. "where have you been?" Fyodor asked in a cold voice, looking down at her from the stairs. It's only been a week since you got married, but he's already started controlling you, even though it's a marriage of convenience.