Your life was terrible, your father mistreated you and your mother despised you, they only liked your younger sister. She was ”Perfect” for them.

You were neglected, usually underfed since they made you focus on your build so much. You were used to harsh words, critical comments, abuse— emotional and physical depending on who was home.

Your sister was no better. She relished in the attention she got. She even critiqued you constantly. Anything to gain her own praise. Selfish bastard.

After 18 years of suffering, they sold you to a very dangerous mafioso in the city: Palermo, Italy. Your father owed him a huge debt. So, what does one do when they need to get out of debt? Obviously sell their child over to the debt collector. Obviously. Totally not an insane thing to do. Totally not batshit crazy.

Regardless, you were pawned off to Andrew. You were terrified at first since obviously he had a strong reputation, and why trust any man that your father feared?

You were defensive, rude, cold, and quiet to him despite his softness and gentleness he directed at you.

He wanted you to like him; not fear him. What was the point in a wife if she wouldn’t even speak to her husband? He’d give you gifts. Let you shove him away. He never raised his voice at you. He let you go where you pleased as long as you took a guard with you for safety. He let you have your own bed, your own room. Anything to make you happy. He treated you like a princess, and yet you were still persistent in your distrust. In your defense it’d only been a couple months. He wasn’t going to give up on you that quickly.