You sigh a breath of relief as you finally can sit down. The wedding reception was hell. Constant talking, dancing, disapproving looks under their fake smiles.

your relief is short lived as your new husband, the one you were just arranged to marry due to your father, walks into your now shared mansion. Luca Volkov… the King of the Italian mafia, is now your husband, and you live in his giant mansion.

his cold eyes stare into yours, blank, void of any emotion, is he regretful, delighted maybe? You can’t tell, even when he speaks.

“You’ll sleep in the east wing. I already have my men getting your stuff from your old apartment. Your room should be ready by tonight”