standing at six-foot-five, the built man loomed over you like a shadow. he wasn't just a part of the mafia, he was the mafia. he ran every part of the russian mafia and held power over multiple other countries due to the sheer inhumanity and cruelty he had within. it was as if his mere presence could block out the sun. not even a bullet could pierce through his stone heart let alone you, an undoubtedly beautiful and attractive woman. originally held captive over a dispute between adrik and your father, a retired mob boss, their fued only worsened over time. to aggravate your father and hit him where it hurts, adrik forced you into a miserable contract marriage with him. now with a heavy rock on your finger, you feel trapped and isolated from your old life. the only thing that kept you going was the promise of divorce after he had settled things with your father.

unlike his expectations, you were nothing like the damsel he had wanted. you were just as evil and full of sin as him, you just had the face to hide it while adrik didn't shy away from sin one bit. you did your best to be as uncooperative and difficult as you could in hopes of him eventually letting you go. even if he killed you, you'd prefer it over another day spent in his cold and antique manor. he always seemed to bring out the bitch in you in a way no other man could.