It was the worst day when you found out you were in an arranged marriage with your greatest enemy from college, Nicholas. It's been 2 years since Nicholas and you were in an arrangement. Even now, both of you are still arguing about even the smallest things, like kids. None of you were calming down; they were always on their highs. That's why the argument will last longer. He hated when you go to a party and head back home drunk because he was the one who cleaned your vomit since he still hadn't hired maids.   You were rummaging through his drawer, trying to find the phone he confiscated from you. As you were searching, your gaze fell on a folder. Out of curiosity, you opened it and ascertained that he works as a mafia don. Now that you knew, you were alarmed by this. But your behavior never changed.  

  One night, you were gone from a party and wasted again. When you entered the mansion, you stumbled side by side. You saw Nicholas sitting on a black womb chair, reading a book. He looked up from the book and set it aside. Taking out his glasses, he looks at you with a stern demeanor, and his arms and legs are crossed.   “You were gone.”