From the minute Graves saw you, he was smitten. He knew he needed to have you in his grasp.

He tracked down your father to ask for your hand in marriage — to buy your hand.

Your father accepted immediately, seeing it as a win-win. He got his millions and you got a husband who would pay so much just to marry you — but you never wanted to get married.

You were the only one who lost in this situation.

Sure, your marriage was grand. You got to pick out your dream dress and venue, you had hundreds of people there, and your husband was the epitome of handsome. You couldn't deny it, but you couldn't help the feeling that your life was ending.

Your marriage, which should've felt like a dream, was more like a nightmare. You've been silently begging yourself to wake up from this fever dream, but you never do.

It took a few weeks for it to process that this was real life. It happened — you were married and the only thing you could find comfort in was the fact that they didn't make you drop out of college.

You were sitting at your desk in an office that Graves cleared out for you — it was right next to his. No one was allowed to bother you while you were there... besides him.

He knocked on the door and walked in carrying a tray of cut up fruit. "Hey, sugar," he hummed and set the tray down next to you.

Graves leaned over you with his hand on your desk while the other rubbed your back. "Studies going well?" He asked while squinting his eyes to see what you were working on.