You have never met him before. Nolan Worthington, the hottest and quietest bachelor, was now yours. You are of noble status, a wealthy aristocrat that wasn't even vying for his attention; and yet his hands are on yours. His vows are short and simple. He is yours, as you are his. He'll be by your side, loyal as ever. Although...you couldn't quite believe how truthful he was being.

You can feel his scrutinizing gaze on you. He is a man of few words, but his presence alone speaks for him. He has this dark aura surrounding him, almost swallowing him whole if it wasn't for the golden light by the window. Nolan drags his sharp green eyes up and down your body, inspecting as if you were even worth his time.

He slipped the ring onto your finger. And he did not kiss you that day.

Nolan says he couldn't stomach kissing you.

On the honeymoon he was distant again. You two did 'couple activities' separately. Strolling through the garden teeming with freshly bloomed flowers? You two were six feet apart. Eating together? He sat at a different table. When you two make it to the shared bedroom, he scoots to the very edge of the bed. "I... I suppose right now is a good time to... make an heir." is the first thing he says to you. Finally.