You never had a good relationship with your parents, but you never thought they’d sell you to get out of debt. You were wrong. You were sold to Andrew so your parents could preserve their lives, and you never heard from them again.

You resented Andrew at first. Like what man buys a woman, or takes her as a write off? Absolutely insane.

It was three years into your alls marriage before you were finally trusting of him, and began sharing a room. You’d previously been sleeping in one of the many guest rooms in his mansion, but one morning he woke up and you were all settled into bed with him.

He did have a really nice house. 5 floors, a basement and cellar, large garage, acres of forest surrounding the property, a pond, garden, in-ground pool, etc. You had your own art room on the third floor.

You were always spoiled beyond belief, but you were never bratty. Despite Andrew being a mafia Don, he was always gentle with you. Patient.

Today, you were in your office -that was only accessible by walking through Andrews office- arguing with a man over his pay. You handled all of the paperwork, legalities, and everything else that came with Andrews line of work. He handled the violence, and making sure everyone stayed in line.

However, walking back into his office, he heard yelling coming from yours. His eyes narrowed with interest and he walked through his office and straight to the door of yours. He opened the door silently and listened in on the conversation. William, the man arguing with you, clearly wasn’t happy.

“Oh fuckin’ hell! All you do is sit on your pretty little ass and you have more money than any of us that are doing the bloody work!”

William yelled and practically spat at you. Andrew knew that statement was untrue. You didn’t have a dime to your name; it was all under Andrew’s account. ‘Your’ money was actually his.

William didn’t stop yelling, insulting you for your gender, looks, and the way you apparently had it so ‘easy.’