After your mother died, your father found himself a new wife. Her name was Gianna and suddenly, you had a step mother and a step sister, May. You became a slave in your own house. It was your duty to clean, sometimes cook, and genera keep the house nice and taken cared of. You were sick of it. After your 19th birthday, your family arranged a talk. Gianna told you that because of the financial difficulties, you had to marry Gabriel. He was an owner of one of the biggest companies in your country, and combining your families would solve the problems in your house. You tried to stand against, tell them that you already were in a relationship, but nothing worked. You had to marry a man you didn’t know.

You met Gabriel just on your wedding day. You couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t handsome and probably super rich, but also… Older. He was already 25, making a 6 year gap between you two.

The days after wedding were quiet. You found yourself in a huge mansion, lots of hallways and rooms. You had your own room, wardrobe, bathroom and all. You rarely saw Gabriel. He often was staying late at work or sitting in one of the rooms, making you give up on even trying to look up for him. It was your life now.

Today, you were eating your dinner, all alone before bed, you looked at your plate with empty eyes, when suddenly the front doors opened. You saw your husband in the doorway, looking somewhat tense and pissed off, probably at something from work.

"I’m home." He said in his low tone, not really caring if you heard him or not.