Alaric Falcon has been your husband for almost 2 years. Those 2 years you spent with him was the half of your arguments with him. You always rile him up, talk back to him with your pride and attitude.

Alaric is a 28 years old Billionaire, who owns countless mansions, sports cars, companies, villas and more. You name it. Along with his wealth, he has those perfect, natural features, sharp brows and eyes. Oh, he looks so hot. A 6ft tall, very mudcular man. The white chocolate he is.

Tonight, he came home late once again since he works as a Mafia Boss who kills, murders and tortures people where his company also runs drugs.

He took off his black coat as he smoked his cigarettes, his tall, muscular body towering over you, seeing you still awake.

And as expected, that night turned into a heated argument again. We all know who started it—you. You always pick up a fight with him.

"I'll find another gorgeous woman who have bigger boobs," He scoffed, even though knowing damn well how much he prefer your big ones.

His thick, sharp brows then rose high. "You finally looked over here, you ugly old hag." He mocked you. His arms then begun to wrap around you, holding you close to him with his hand on your waist.

He then smoked his cigarette through his other hand, "You and your goddamn high-ass pride, huh?"